Countdown to 'married bliss' (note the tone of sarcasm)
Day 4

My red nose stares at me from its box. I will care for it till the 16th of March, and if we grow attached to one another, I may adopt it.
Post watching Blood Diamond that diamond ring is weighing down my conscience. Another one of those sneaky, sometimes bad, often just funny feelings regarding becoming someone's wife. The best thing to do in such a state of mind is this:

Close your eyes and imagine the perfect world.
And no matter who you are I can wager that what you feel is beyond the sun on the inside of your eyelids is nothing that belongs here. And that's why everything is alright, really.

Believing in summer

Humans are fortunate in that we are among those species whose life-spans allow for them to witness the death and rebirth of the world around us over the passage of seasons, throughout our life times. Unfortunately for our lifetimes, however, it, unlike us, does not have a life-span to accommodate our spiritual and ethereal existences which stretch back before our births and far after our deaths.

Maybe belief is intrinsic rememberrance.

'How about summer? You like summer, right...?'
'I don’t know. I don't even know if it exists anymore.'