Winter

I sit here satiate, stuffed after a birthday feast and home late from visiting my parents. My fingertips tingle as I type, still warming up from the cold night air. It is a particularly cold night and I just finished helping my sister move a dresser into her apartment while woefully underdressed. I enjoyed the drive home and seeing the snow piled up in the meridians, it makes me feel peaceful. I can’t believe the amount of snow we’ve had over the past few days.

I think its funny how, now that winter is really here, it doesn’t seem to bother me much. I was dreading this winter more than usual for some reason. The temperature change was bothering me more this fall. Maybe it’s just the beginning of these drastic transitions that bother us; once we get the chance to get used to them they aren’t so bad. I think I would miss the snow if I moved somewhere warmer.

I am awake solely for the laundry I’m doing. I wait for it to finish washing so I can throw it in the dryer before bed. While I wait I’m listening to hand-picked, quality tunes and grooving quietly as I sip on the last two beers I had in the fridge. Debating what to do, and not in the mood to do anything over stimulating, I find myself here, writing this and making use of the time. I think that’s neat.