I sit in doors, not shivering, but with an awareness of cold I cannot shake. i imagine those who live in very hot climes feel the same way about the heat. I also imagine they shrug their shoulders, whack on their swimmies and piss off to the beach for a swim, and mojitos at Carlos' beach bar emporium. Bastards.
Their is a stoicism in the midwest as regards the punishment of winter. a sense that you have to pay this price for the beautiful summer days and the beauty of the snow laden landscape. It is absolutely gorgeous looking, like living in the most perfect christmas card you can imagine. Apart from the cars in the ditch, the hypothermia and the random death. " You got to pay for perfection", the attitude. "See you at the beach knobhouse", my response.
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