bleeragh

[brigdh]

I am so very ready for winter to be over. I'm sick of all of it: the cold and the snow and the early sunsets and the bitter chill that lingers around windows and doors. I'm tired of the way my fingers and toes always hurt. I hate always feeling dry and chapped and terribly pale, as if winter had burnt all life and liquid from me; I hate feeling like I'm made of ash.

And I've gotten to the point where I loathe all my winter clothes. I am done with layers and wool and thick sweaters. I can't stand my giant winter coat- it makes me feel like a marshmallow. All I want is to be able to go outside in flipflops and something light and pretty and feel sunshine on my bare shoulders.

*sigh* 48 days until the equinox.

Comments

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

You know, this is so not fair. I love winter, and there's all this snow back in Massachusetts; and here I am stuck in Southern California where it keeps being, like, 80 degrees. Which is Too Hot. Anything over 70 is Too Hot, for that matter.

In a properly ordered universe, you would be the one who had the 80 degree weather, and I would have the foot and a half of snow and the lovely blue winter light and icy-clear night skies. Why does it do this to us?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ah, I am so utterly jealous of you. You're right: something clearly has gone wrong with our positions in the universe. I'm sincerly considering sending them a strongly-worded letter of complaint. That'll show 'em.


And you get to go to all the cool places! First Paris, now SoCal...