This week I’m finally starting to lose my shit a little about winter.
I guess I should be glad that it took me this long to get to this point. For most of January I actually enjoyed winter. I liked the snow; I liked looking out my window at the frozen park. I have had this picture on my desktop. All last month it felt like the world was holding still enough in the cold for me to catch up with it.
Now it’s just cold. And the snow is like–well, it’s like having a roommate who is kind of letting herself go lately, so she never picks up her stuff and you’re always having to step over it and walk around it and it keeps accumulating and getting dirtier, only it’s all outside. And you know how the sink gets when you have a roommate like that? My car feels like that.
