Winter is coming
November. Days are cold, and the wind feels like knifes in our faces. Winter is coming. As it is.
I have never liked winter. I don’t like the rush of winter days, people trying to get somewhere warmer than the streets. I don’t like the despair of hugging to feel cozy. I don’t like the shorter days, where there’s almost no light. I don’t even like snow that much.
Even if winter is made for introspection, hot tea and amazing books, it hasn’t the awesome light of summer days.
So, even if winter is made for introspection, hot tea and amazing books, it hasn’t the awesome light of summer days. Either its happiness. Winter is gloomy. And dark.
That’s why i don’t like winter. Winter is lazy in its mysterious way.
You know, today feels like a winter day, even if we’re still in autumn. It’s pretty cold outside but i don’t want to wear winter’s dark colors. So, i drink my hot green tea while pairing this pale blue coat with my white sweater and pants. It’s all about cotton pale shades making me forget that at five pm it will be dark outside. And everybody will be on a rush to get home. To find a warmer place.