CAZine

For me, winter is a depressing time.

I’m not entirely sure why. I used to love it. Playing in the snow was what I loved to do. I have so many memories of grinning, running around in bulky clothes, falling, making snow men- and then, of course, going inside and drinking hot chocolate.

Not anymore.

Now, I notice the cold. I notice the way the snow seeps through my shoes that are two years too old. I notice the ice pulling my feet out from under me. I notice the grey sky, though I often can’t tell if it’s because of clouds or smog.

But, in the end, it makes spring something to look forward to.