Thinking of the sound of the wind

I’m not a winter person. I can deal with the dreary skies, filthy slush in the street, and the horrific chill knife of the air until about mid-February. While I don’t suffer from SAD like many people I know, I do feel that my solar cells are completely drained after my birthday and that I’m running on sheer willpower. I ache inside whenever I step into the frozen air and see yet another steel-grey sky peppered with buildings and sidewalks made ugly by aging snow. I feel the rot sink in.

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