winter?

Once I was too old and jaded (probably sometime in middle school) to enjoy winter games like sledding and snowman-building, I began to fear the season wedged between spring and autumn; it kept me indoors, made me uncomfortable, and damned me to months of sitting in front of my computer in a cold room futilely blowing on numb fingers.

This winter's been good, though. As good as summer. And it wasn't a geographic shift that changed my opinion; Indiana winters aren't too far from New York winters. I just changed my perception...

Now it's a bright day; ice and snow still dot mostly-mud lawns and a cold breeze is floating through campus. I'm watching a young townie attempting skateboard tricks and failing, post-punk is blaring out my open window, and I'm content.