Not so cold today, but I've already got it (the cold).
Work will probably be boring today, maybe even sad.
I was watching a white plastic cup dance with the wind along with many yellowish leaves and decided that despite its ugliness, it was the winner for me.
Plastic cup > yellow leaves (today)
*Today I also think I know what's up. I wish I was sure. However, what I am sure about is that memories don't go away and people don't get replaced. New ones come along and if they're good, you keep them.
I want to be a good memory in the future.