Surrealistic

-I don't know.
It feels weird, to have the sun in the southern sky, not the usual upper head sky.
It is weird to be in a temperature well below 15 degrees, when considering that it is afternoon.
It is weird to write this, and I have absolutely no idea of what am I trying to say here.

Maybe I am just being euphoric here. I don't know whether I am sad or happy anymore; this statement sounds like a lie to my own two ears, even if it comes from inside my heart, inside my soul.

Surrealistic is the word, maybe.