Fucking Winter.
I enjoy winter more than I should.
Though it's not the deep cold I've felt in the past, it'll do. Walking in the cold is like sleeping with a fan on in the corner. There's a sting throughout your body, and on your face, that serves the same as white noise. The mind can go anywhere.
The nearest Von's is about a mile away. I walked there in Monday's afternoon rain. For those of you that haven't been to the tropics, the rain is almost tepid. This rain was cold. It stung... hard; I smiled the whole fucking way there and back.
I forgot how much I love being physically miserable.
Though it's not the deep cold I've felt in the past, it'll do. Walking in the cold is like sleeping with a fan on in the corner. There's a sting throughout your body, and on your face, that serves the same as white noise. The mind can go anywhere.
The nearest Von's is about a mile away. I walked there in Monday's afternoon rain. For those of you that haven't been to the tropics, the rain is almost tepid. This rain was cold. It stung... hard; I smiled the whole fucking way there and back.
I forgot how much I love being physically miserable.