Winter nonsense

It's finally getting cold, and the hopes of an unusually warm December have been undoubtedly crushed. The trees are all bare and the air is all crisp and the likes. Damn you winter! Making me want to eat dinner by 5 in the afternoon. The fireplace is nice though, classic cup of hot chocolate.... Still I find myself as I enjoy this, daydreaming of sand and messed up hair due to salty water. and playa food. In my case it's canned tuna. With pasta, on sandwiches, as a salad, on crackers.... It possesses a taste that transports me back to great younger years (and I now realize that, obviously, no money.) Nonetheless, the winter has some things worth appreciating in spite of the bitter cold and gloomy darkness. The snow is oh so pretty if somewhat inconvenient and the clothes! Anyone can look dressed up in winter, just throw on a hat, a scarf, a coat, and you're set! During these cold months people look like they mean business. All bustly and fast walky, different than the summer months when the attitude seems to be slower and not so brisk. Apparently the rise in all the seriousness of life is directly correlated to the drop in the temperature. Which by the way is in Fahrenheit over here, but that's a whole other topic for a whole other day. I will just say this: WHY? What the fuck is an inch? Miles? Fahrenheit? What's wrong with the perfect sense making metric system? and I'm rambling again. Back to winter. The general idea is that snow is great for a week (scratch that, a day) and it's cool to be dressed up with no effort. Besides that it's just a thing some parts of the world must bear with and scape if possible whenever the opportunity arises.