Saturday evening, winter break

I mix wine and womanly-balanced tea in a tea cup
Why do I feel like a steel band is crushing
my rib
When nothing bad is happening?

The stress of the semesters past, falling like soft white snowflakes.
When you are like me, like me.
Both needing something calming and a stimulant.
Maybe there is nothing concretely wrong.
But I feel hunted by the past and the future.