I stared at the window. All white, just like the keys I was automatically pressing up and down.

 

And black, like the coffee by my side.

Or like the other half of the keys, which I also pressed every now and then…

 

The sky was dark as a Stephen King novel.

The rest was covered in snow.

 

I stopped for a second to look at my watch:

3:30 p.m.

Daylight was a rare luxury in those

Scandinavian winters.

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As beautiful as music is, life is not just about music.

Or coffee.

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You´ll probably not become enlightened by my daily posts. Then again, you might...

 

But one thing I´ll promise:

 

You won´t get Bored.

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In the highly unlikely event that you do, you can always unsubscribe and keep on dreaming your normal dreams.