C55 Cardioversion(part i)

Thoughts of wingless crossing a high mountain,

There was a desire to wear it;

A mutual affection is a bosom friend,

Three winters when the heart is warm.

The early winter mornings, the trees, the grass, were full of trees; the sky was half dark and half clear; the morning sun was moving through the clouds; and on the mountains, wrapped in silver, was a northern winter scene.

November 21st