almost there

I'm trying not to count the days until I return back home. I picture myself shoveling snow and not feeling my toes at the same time. People ask me if I like the cold. The cold seems to preserve myself, inside and out. Covering myself with layers and layers of clothes which I purchased at the second hand store. It's cozy. Recoiling myself. I also enjoy to see other people put on there survival gear. As we walk around tightning our body cuz the wind is as sharp as razors. I find that very amusing. Our eyes get teary, we're like a big slab of meat inside a freezer. The sounds of the radiator clanking in an old apartment which can burn your ass when you get out of the shower and suddenly you drop your towel, bend over and there it leaves a mark of winter. ouch! Yes, I like the cold, there's always a reason to complain.