February 19th The weather is getting warmer everyday. But it is still a bit cold outside. Mild wind started to blow in the evening. Windows are rattling as the wind tries to sneak into the room. Leaves are wavering and making this gentle and familiar sound, setting off the quiteness of this early spring night. Each season has its own personality, but everytime a new season comes, it always evokes the same nostalgic and subtle feelings. So many years have passed before I even notice, and along with them so did the foolish laughter, the childish crying, the transient moments of happiness and the agonising nights of sorrow.