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.

This winter in particular has brought with it this insufferable sadness that has penetrated every social circle I have been in contact with in the last four months. Considering I know some really happy people, this reality is quite scary.This season has brought out cynicism in ways I never dreamt imaginable in certain friends.

A palpable darkness has settled over the city and there’s nothing the sun can do about it. There have been countless articles, endless memes, even the rats seem to be less inclined to grab easily attainable trash-foods, staying holed up in their underground terror-colonies because of this intolerable weather.

I can’t wait for Spring. Apparently, it’s coming early this year. I was assuming that meant tomorrow but alas. Just a few more weeks, I think.

I CAN’T WAIT.