The city drones beneath a gray daylight, A winter storm howls through the pale, bleak fight. Snow cloaks the streets, a hush on every sound, A cyclist fades—lone shadow, lost, unbound.

Lost my imagination—once ablaze with fire, Now a quiet ember dimming with desire. I wander memories seeking that spark, Where old dreams fade into the dark.

Getting into 3D printing. Damn fun.

Solitude, my silent guide, In quiet, I reside. No echoes, just my breath, In peace, I find my strength.