Cold weather

Cold weather is one word: stunning. It has a different stigma for me then hot weather does. Hot weather makes me feel dehydrated, and tired, and reminds me of all the nothing that I do during the summer. And I have to wear shorts. I really don't like that. You wanna know why? Because shorts are for chumps. You wanna know why? Because you pay the same price for jeans that you do for shorts, and you get half of what you should be. You're not getting your full pants value!

Anyway, back to cold weather. Cold weather is awesome because you physically cannot be tired when you are in it. It's like a caffeine punch to the face. And it's awesome, and in a way beautiful. It's like the frigid exterior wants you to be as hyped up as it is. Maybe cold has some sort of empyrean balance it must keep to keep the world moving. But who am I to question colds motives? It might have none at all. But I like to think otherwise.

I don't know. There is just something about cold that gives me a rush. The cold feeling on my nose, and the arctic breath in my lungs. Cold constantly finds itself to be almost whimsical day after day for me. Cold is the best part of the year, and I doubt I would trade it for anything.