Oh my god, it's alive...
I keep meaning to get back to journaling but the lack of any decent way to do it on my phone means that I either have to log on from work or want to turn on a computer at home.
So of course, I'll come back with a quick one-verse instafilk. Note that this song uses Fahrenheit temperatures, rather than Celsius, because nobody (at least nobody healthy) is really feeling like this at 17C.
TTTO: "At Seventeen" by Janis Ian
I learned to dress for seventeen
When fingertips and earlobes freeze
Wear gloves and hats and winter coats
And wrap a scarf around your throat
And if there's any hint of wind
You have to layer up again
While winter is delivering
Another day of shivering
And those who have uncovered faces
Run to get to indoor spaces
Desperately seek signs of heat
Or wear thick socks upon their feet
Who call for summer to return
And curse the wind and how it burns
The weather makes them scream
At seventeen
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