For a motorcyclist, it's the very most terrible time of the year when temperatures drop below the freezing point and make it impossible to move a motorcycle around with a minimum level of safety.
In this time of the year, I usually feel like having been left by my love; There’s nothing I can do getting her back, there seems never ever to be happiness anymore.
It is grey. Everything is just grey.
The town is grey...
...and so is the farmland.
It is good to have some substitute at such hard time. Going to places where you have been with her might help for instance. So I have decided to go to my local riding-gear-dealer’s place where he’s having a little “apero” for his customers on this new years day to have a brew and some salt-crackers on the new year. But is has been exactly as it is, when you go to that place where you have kissed your lost love in happier days; it hurts even more. Oh my love! Oh summer! Will you ever come back again…;-(
Please, please. Let the color come back soon!
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