The snow outside is turning into a thick porridge of slush and I'm sitting in a cafe, shivering slightly and wishing I could turn the heat up. My head has been pounding all day with a low grade headache.

Daily annoyances aside, I feel strangely liberated to find a new place to document my life. Here I can record my reality as it is and break through the box placed around me of who they think I am and how they think I should be.

Here my words are merely the writings of a sparrow, a common someone who is nothing special, who's words don't weigh any more than anyone else.

To be free to fly away and discover.
To unravel this strange world that surrounds me.