Mood: Melancholic

Listening to: The Blowers’ Daughter by Damien Rice

Winter is my least favoured season.

It has a detrimental effect on my physical and mental health.

I feel numb, depressed, helpless… I’m out of my element.

The trees are dead, the sky is permanently dim, dusk sets sooner, the day is shorter… everything seems dull and lifeless.

I cannot break free until the cycle ends, it’s like a curse.

Waiting patiently for spring to come again. Waiting for life to begin anew.

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The hardest thing to do during winter is to wake up.

You just don’t feel like leaving the warmth of your bed. You don’t even feel like leaving the house.

I once skipped a whole semester of lectures because it started too early in the morning during winter. To this day, I still can’t imagine how I managed to pass that subject.

The only thing I wanted to do was to curl up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book, all wrapped up and protected from the chilling wind and freezing temperature.

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Showers expected this week with a chance of hail.

A low of 9 degrees the next few nights with fog in the morning.

Hibernate, yes, I think that’s what I’ll do…