Ice, Ice Baby

I'm currently listening to: "Chloe's Mom" on the MJ Radio Network

Winter. It felt like I was drinking the cold air when I left the house this morning, almost like I wasn't breathing at all. Nothing like last year, but this is my first real taste of the fridgidness that is the season of white, purity, and sleep.

Winter. I'm starting to brace myself every time that I walk to a door connecting to the outside- knowing what waits for me when I walk through. I fiddle with my gloves, re-adjust my CD player, and zip my coat.

I had forgotten how good Hot Chocolate feels at seven in the morning at 70, 80 degrees when I'm surrounded by air 30, 40 degrees cooler.

And now that I'm back in the swing- how the hell did I ever forget? Now all I need is a scarf to cover my ears. Or earmuffs again. (Stylish, ne?)