Wind Chill
Bloody hell!…

Bloody hell!…


PS: Where the fuck is “Global Warming” ?
I hate winter… or at least I don’t like it. Especially winter with snow. Snow is OK and nice if you are a kid and/or don’t live in a city. Here and at this age it isn’t anymore. It means slow and small steps. Wasted time. It means longer braking distances, slower accelerations, slippery corners and the chances to crash are bigger. More wasted time. It means cold… cold hands, cold feet, cold nose and ears. It reminds me of home and the -30 degrees and below temperatures… extreme cold. It means wind in my face, small blizzards with flakes that hit my cheeks and fuck up my vision, or big blizzards that paralyze everything… because “winter is not like summer”. It means numbness. It means holidays with bullshit religion and traditions, it means cliches, with gifts maybe… I don’t fancy gifts either… maybe giving them, somewhat, but I don’t expect to receive any. It feels like nothing is working as it should, usually. It means depression, loneliness. And even more numbness and cold…
…it feels like an ending…for me, at least…
…I just hope it doesn’t get very rough and goes away as fast as possible. It’ll be over in a few months.