march is still cold

it's march and it's still cold.

it's always like that- frustrating.

hard to believe february passed us by already, though while it was here, it seemed to linger forever.

it's the light, it's the warmth,

that lets us stretch out our limbs and shake that stiff back out,

and sometimes, when the morning is bright and air is cold,

my little room becomes a hothouse, for the morning, the sun heating up the little room toasty.

i have book a random trip for next thursday departure. 

when i was booking it, i thought may be i am possessed- a trip away, in middle of the school year?

perhaps i am possessed,

a quest for the reminder, that life isnt always so cold and grim.

that there is an option, to get away, or even to get away in one's mind.

it's hilarious to see people shiver while walking down the street, simply because i assume theyve done the same that i have done- as soon as the day 'high' reaches 0-5'c, somehow, we overestimate its warmth and ditch our big coats.

the bare ankles with short socks and sneakers are dried-up white and there are deep circles under everyone's eyes.

aah winter, will you go?

i know you will go,

i will miss you when you are gone,

but hey, i am allowed to gently complain,

as your coldness makes us hardier.

and now, night gets shorter by an hour.
or is morning that comes an hour earlier?
perhaps it's everyone desperately trying to sleep earlier, as tomorrow morning will surely be rough for so many of us.

oh winter. you meanie.
daylight saving's our fault, though.