The Rants of Dankhus

I'm writing, since it's so darn cold inside, I'm writing because I'm guessing only something also from the inside could change the state of things. And, despite the multitude of people around me on the train, there is no one to actually talk to, or at least not without waking up from an obviously uncomfortable yet still so alluring sleep. Just coming out of a tunnel, I can't help but noticing that a bee managed to get inside while we were passing through a tunnel. Unexpected enough, I must say. Of all the places you could meet a bee, a tunnel through a mountain is not among the first you would think of (or at all, for that matter). And I can't help but wonder...,who will I meet next.? How and when? Why and for how long?
Ah, at least it's warmer now.