The short winter nights have grown on me. A far cry from warm California evenings, warm rain, purple haze in the sky. I like the way that the sharp cold air burns in my lungs as I run in the night. The way the stars are so bright and the night is so silent. The way I can feel the blood rush through my veins, the only warmth in the chill, and the
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I love warm-house-after-being-cold-outside syndrome. Thing. Whatever. So comforting. =)
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I wasn't aware I had a syndrome, now I have an excuse...
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