Day 5


    Have you heard of Villrum? The village, nestled deep in the woods. Charmed with its limestone cottages decorated with vines. The cobblestone streets run through the village, all leading to the market square.


    A village that seems plucked from the pages of a storybook. Which would be a true statement if the village didn’t come first. I heard the Cotswolds in England took inspiration from Villrum. Even the Christmas Markets that we know of, yes them too.


    Considering what happened yesterday; I really should visit. Maybe I could get some supplies or even stay at a lodge. But it’s New Year’s Eve. There’s going to be a lot of people there; for the celebrations and I don’t really want to deal with that.


    Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I guess I’ll go another day.


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    But on the other hand.


    There’s something satisfying about exhaling in the cold. Seeing the smoke, well I wouldn’t say smoke. A better word would be fog or clouds.


    Let’s go with Clouds.


    Every breath formed into a fleet of clouds. It’s funny, it just reminds me of when we were all kids. Standing in the cold, pretending we were smoking.


    The cold can be soothing, can’t it?