1 July 2012
I've got about five months till winter begins again. I don't know why but this single thought is enough to kill my happy thoughts dead like bluebottles that died of thirst and stupidity in a sunny windowsill. It's like the frost from the cold months reaches across the seasons and wraps ice
around my happy moods. It's a shame I hate winter so much. If you think about it in a positive light, you could almost paint a nice picture of the dreary trio of December, January and February. There's cosy radiators to be enjoyed, hot chocolate to make, bonfire night, Christmas and new year's eve. But for me it's always been about the darkness and the cold. And the tiny short days that tease me by being so miserably short. How can I survive another winter? I have a few months left before I sink again. Wish me luck.
Winter • Opuss № I