The sea outside was roaring, while it was a lot calmer inland. Winter was setting in. It has been slower than Riana anticipated and milder until now. She got up from her desk and opened the window to let some fresh air in. Cool air rushed in and brushed her face as she closed her eyes. It was mid October. Only nine weeks remained until Christmas.
Much later, I found myself still staring out of the window. Tiny drops of water were trickling down the pane, as it was raining outside. The sky beyond the cobblestone house was a peculiar shade of grey. I wondered to myself - what is the best course of action when I hit a dead end - is it to stop? Is it to retrace and choose the other path, is there any point in pushing the wall or blowing it up with dynamite - there is a reason it is called a 'dead' 'end', isn't there? A tunnel however is a different story - there is light at the end of it and sometimes when I emerge from the other end, the view is spectacular. Or so I thought!
Well that was last Christmas I was talking about, you see. I had already hit a wall in my story, from here on it would take some perseverence to climb the wall. But then again, it also has endless possibilities...
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