Ever since I could remember, I’ve always loved the winter. It was exciting to step out into the crisp air, bundled up in way too many sweaters. Breathing deeply while the cool air filled my lungs, I always felt the air was cleaner when it was colder, less tainted by humidity, pollution, and BO that is
unbearable thick in the air during summer. Winter used to be a time of whimsy and fantasy. The snowfall adding a magical sense of wonder and mystery to everything it coated. But now. Now the snow is an evil substance that takes the shape of painful frost bite, slippery death traps, and nasty mounds of questionable brown matter, among other horrible things.
Keep myself amused and others confused.