Study break
Laugh. Under the plains of heaven and under the threadbare trees, laugh. Forget forget forget and just laugh laugh at the toil and the winter for they will not bring you down. Your head is filled with useless words and your feet are caked with winterfilth and your hair is crusted with tears and cold wind but your eyes are bright and your heart is not yet failing. Burn that light. Burn it to the end. Burn that light in the dark of the unknown and the horror of the possible, until the unknown is no longer dark and the possible is no longer before you but behind you. But to laugh you must first forget, and to forget, you must first know hope.