"I've been thinking about that woman I saw behind the window in the middle of the night. Since that evening I've felt differently about a lot of things. I spoke to my brother about it. He thinks I'm finally coming around. He thinks I suffer from depression. But I'm just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold within themselves."
Love Begins In Winter, Simon Van Booy