Getting up in the Mornings is the worst. My joints feel like their made out of rusty iron.
Threw an extra blanket on the bed last night and that helps a bit.
Looking at the cup, half full. There'€™s an enhanced dynamic about a big city, with the Cold winter wind gusting between the buildings.
The smog has been blown somewhere else (probably causing asthma in the Antarctic,) and there's a greater bustle as people bolt between warm overcrowded bus, to office building, to enclosed mall, to shop or bank.
You know, I get the impression that some people like the spiky sensation of winter on their skin. I have friends that wear T-shirts, whatever the season or weather.
I read a news story about a group of people who dive into the harbour in Melbourne in the middle of winter and swim a few frantic laps. Racing the hypodermic Cold Creeping towards their core. Hauling themselves out of the water, movements stiff and skin rubbery, quickly drying off, and gripping hot drinks.
For these people the cold is less of a hassle, more a savouring of the sensation.
I'€™ve bought a multicoloured '€˜draft excluders'€™ (other wise referred to as '€˜door sausages')
And where the heck, did I hide my gloves? I would have thought the sock drawer (cause they are woollen and are slipped over the end of a limb?)
Threw an extra blanket on the bed last night and that helps a bit.
Looking at the cup, half full. There'€™s an enhanced dynamic about a big city, with the Cold winter wind gusting between the buildings.
The smog has been blown somewhere else (probably causing asthma in the Antarctic,) and there's a greater bustle as people bolt between warm overcrowded bus, to office building, to enclosed mall, to shop or bank.
You know, I get the impression that some people like the spiky sensation of winter on their skin. I have friends that wear T-shirts, whatever the season or weather.
I read a news story about a group of people who dive into the harbour in Melbourne in the middle of winter and swim a few frantic laps. Racing the hypodermic Cold Creeping towards their core. Hauling themselves out of the water, movements stiff and skin rubbery, quickly drying off, and gripping hot drinks.
For these people the cold is less of a hassle, more a savouring of the sensation.
I'€™ve bought a multicoloured '€˜draft excluders'€™ (other wise referred to as '€˜door sausages')
And where the heck, did I hide my gloves? I would have thought the sock drawer (cause they are woollen and are slipped over the end of a limb?)
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