...into the inhospitable confines of winter.
Although I vocally let everyone know that winter is my least favourite season, the truth is I have a love hate relationship with it. I hate winter when it's 8:00 am and I'm walking to the bus stop: It's pitch black and howling wind outside. It's terrible. Same goes for when I'm coming home at 4:30 and you'd think it's the 30 days of night north of the arctic circle. And keep in mind I have to walk home a kilometer every day.
I hate being cold, it is one of the worst feelings for me. That's why you might notice me already all bundled up in winter coats and hats built for -20 when it's 6 degrees outside. I enjoy being toasty.
I like winter when I wake up, and it's full bright, no clouds, the sun is shining, and there's puffy snow laying all over the neighbourhood. It's cool, but not windy, and you don't even really have to wear your puffy-ass jacket even if it is -20 outside. I love to ski or skate in this weather. I've gotten pretty good at it. However, days like this come once in a blue moon, so the equilibrium of my love <--> hate relationship lies far to the right, ba-dum tish.
So yeah, that's Tovbis' soapbox for the time being. I've been doing okay, I think.
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