sHE'S cOME aGAIN

 Winter is one hardhearted bitch. She loves a dramatic entrance; she’s very unpredictable and always fashionably late. Despite what we feel about her, she’ll pitch every year, become the center of attention and undoubtedly overstay her welcome. The worst part about her being here is that as much as we hate her, we still find ourselves talking nothing else but hours about her. 

It’s only because she makes doing anything and everything so much more of a struggle. Like sending a simple text from your phone. Usually our older generation ‘folk’ rave about the speed in which we work with these pocket-sized machines but during winter, the bones in our fingers become unserviceable in their deliverance. Sending a text becomes such a task.  

It’s hard enough driving in the rain but turn your heater on and she’ll fog up your windows sooner than you can warm up. It’s because of her that most of us refuse to drive anywhere; we’d prefer to stay safe, out of the rain and burrowed in our closed up little houses.

I often cringe for public transport victims. Stuck out like sore thumbs with wet socks and blue noses, traveling is the cause of their depression and inevitably leaves them smelling like wet dog. In winter I feel most thankful for my car. It’s not only the wet willy’s that dampen the city mood; it’s the rest of us too. Winter insists on everyone becoming rather unsexy. She won’t allow for anyone steeling her limelight. Our hair dry’s up, our skin breaks out and we always become a bit more cushioned. A good quality coat and a thick scarf is the most that we can show off.

Apart from her being uncouth, obtrusive, and a six-month ling chill, she does deliver immaculate sceneries; it shouldn’t go unnoticed. So when you can keep warm in front of the fire, with your cuddle buddy on one side and your dirty damp pets on the other, look outside and appreciate the fall of rain. After all, when you do manage to meet up with your girlfriend for a hot cup of tea and a bitch about the cold, she’s just outside the window, waiting to give you a frosty squeeze.