Snowing, a scar in who's story?
Sure it's cold, but it was cold and windy last week. At least there's something to show. Better than this, it's the packing kind. I've used my sled... three, four times? Is there room for one more snow fight?
Right, I'd prefer it be warm but I've noticed a lot of people've been overworked, pissed, angry, tired, bored regardless. If anything at least it's an escape, a reason to either calm down or let it out.
Although sometimes I get caught up in this thinking, adversity makes a hell of a lot better story. It was snowing yesterday when I was participating in the Festifools parade. Cold was clenching and yet hundreds of people came to show, shrugging their shivers to see something. Something from people damning consequence. As it was stated: come rain or snow. (I was helping with a large hamburger puppet man with french fry hands - the coolest was a 15 foot wide skeletal "tyranorexiasaurus," which someone commented we should be in front of it and I laughed horribly so.)
Perhaps I'm biased, I like breaking up thin ice ponds, stepping into snow (especially if it's crunchy), and creating paths that hadn't been traveled...
I was telling someone, that I understand it's cold; will give myself like three "ah, fuck! it's cold!" statements and then just kinda move on. Sometimes they're epic, like when I get into my car from the cold to find out it's even colder. FUCK! I thought I escaped! Fuck! I thought it was over! And then I cuddle the heater. (in the winter my hands consistently alternate, heater/wheel, heater/wheel till greater warmth)
Also though, I'm one of those naturally cold people. My body adapts to warmth and then decides it's cold, so maybe I've more tolerance?
Here is where I'll divert, I like to drink thinks piping hot because things seem to cool down too quickly; not a big fan of lukewarmness. I'm amazed by people that can drink cold coffee or tea.
Right, I'd prefer it be warm but I've noticed a lot of people've been overworked, pissed, angry, tired, bored regardless. If anything at least it's an escape, a reason to either calm down or let it out.
Although sometimes I get caught up in this thinking, adversity makes a hell of a lot better story. It was snowing yesterday when I was participating in the Festifools parade. Cold was clenching and yet hundreds of people came to show, shrugging their shivers to see something. Something from people damning consequence. As it was stated: come rain or snow. (I was helping with a large hamburger puppet man with french fry hands - the coolest was a 15 foot wide skeletal "tyranorexiasaurus," which someone commented we should be in front of it and I laughed horribly so.)
Perhaps I'm biased, I like breaking up thin ice ponds, stepping into snow (especially if it's crunchy), and creating paths that hadn't been traveled...
I was telling someone, that I understand it's cold; will give myself like three "ah, fuck! it's cold!" statements and then just kinda move on. Sometimes they're epic, like when I get into my car from the cold to find out it's even colder. FUCK! I thought I escaped! Fuck! I thought it was over! And then I cuddle the heater. (in the winter my hands consistently alternate, heater/wheel, heater/wheel till greater warmth)
Also though, I'm one of those naturally cold people. My body adapts to warmth and then decides it's cold, so maybe I've more tolerance?
Here is where I'll divert, I like to drink thinks piping hot because things seem to cool down too quickly; not a big fan of lukewarmness. I'm amazed by people that can drink cold coffee or tea.