While I’ve come a very long way in my appreciation of winter, I do find its stubborn refusal to relent a little rude, especially considering all the awfulness that currently swirls around us, as well as the consistently brutal cold weather this winter has already provided. We didn’t even get our customary January thaw. Like, throw us a goddamn bone with this weather please… the return to plunging temperatures is not welcome, even if it is still technically winter.
That doesn’t look to end soon, so here we stay, stranded in this purgatorial waiting room, somewhere within the last throes of winter and striving to arrive at spring. Mother Nature so cruelly reminds us who is in charge, and who will always be in charge.
Spoiler alert: it’s not us, it never was, and it never will be. In the meantime, false hope in a flower bouquet.
