I want to live in a land where there is free coffee. 

Maybe some stems and seeds. 

Have Dr. Yang look at the situation. 

And wonder why we frown. 

There's a song by a girl I know named Rachael. 

Her and I have met before. 

Sometimes I like to say her last name as "Yogalates". 

Purely because Yogalates and Pudding are the best two words to say out loud.

Give me a reason to do it again.

We discuss and promote religion

and we inhale voices of praise and joy.

We talk about change and progression

and we hear sounds of hope and encouragement. 

We speak of politics and issues of the middle east.

and we listen to muddled dissent. 

We divulge in thoughts of communication

and we listen, hear, inhale everything. 

This winter season has been no different than others. 

It's similar to the idea of buying a particular album to just hear the notes. 

Not to listen to the vocals or who the vocalist is, but just the instrumental variations. 

Winter brings new ideals and thoughts to life. 

Variations. 

You deviate away from the norm of what you've always known to find the snow in winter. Because snow only falls for such a short time. While rain, or the sun, or the moon, or the wind...they occur and show themselves all the time. Snow has to be at just the right time with just the right, necessary, conditions.

Let's variate. I want to see some snow. 

January has gone well. 

Winter brought coldness.

Let's get back to spring.

See some new leaves. 

Turn them over. 

Maybe take a peek. 

January begins and, thus, a new year. 

One step works for me. 

Two would be best.