Monday, January 27, 2014

The Polar Vortex Blues

This polar vortex has really showed me something. Something I always knew, but never knew how true it was: I hate winter.

I hate the cold. The way it seeps in through your clothes and straight down deep into your bones, clinging to you desperately. The way even when you walk inside, the people around you shudder from the blast of the frigid air that tagged along. Those long, icy fingers wrap themselves around you and claim your body and mind for months on end.

But there is a single thing about the freezing temperatures that I do like.

... And that would be the moment you escape from it.

As that icy gust that stole your breath right from your chest pushes you through a door and into a building, the cozy embrace of a heated room is very nearly heaven.

When you slip your toes-turned-icicles into fur lined slippers and stretch your feet in the miniature cocoons of warmth, all you can do is let out a contented sigh.

Or that stark contrast of a piping hot chocolate warming your palms as the outside of your fingers freeze in the brisk and cutting wind.

These jerks are not my kind of people. Who over the age of 10 enjoys snow for more than a minute, let alone for long enough to have a snowball fight? (source)

It's January, people. Depending on what part of the country you're in, we have at least another month (and most likely more) of coats and gloves and chapped lips from wintry gales. Join me in encasing your body in no less than five blankets and curling up on the couch to await the thaw. If you reach down deep and hope with all your heart, you may see the light at the end of the tunnel.

We'll get through this, guys.

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