Winter

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that there is no bad weather, there are bad clothes. And that our perception of the weather conditions is very subjective and depends on our mood. But I still can’t help hating winter. I mean, sure, these big, beautifully falling flakes are romantic and pretty. Definitely, this fresh, frosty air wakes you up and gives you energy. I should assure you that one of my favorite holidays in the year is this magic New Year with tiny, bright decorating lights, the smell of mandarins, a fragrant, bushy fir tree and happy smiles everywhere around. And yes, I love skating and skiing as well as making a snowman and playing snowballs.

The point is that I can like it for about a week or two. That’s it. After that period of time I become sick of winter. Of dry skin and weak nails all the time however much you care of them and however many fruit you eat. Of permanent tiredness and laziness when you wake up in the morning with the same amount of energy as you had in the previous evening.  Of this omnipresent white color without any diversity and originality (honestly, white color is the most unemotional and lifeless for me). Of this Kingdom of Sleep when you wish to be a bear to go to bed in the fall (well, I can enjoy like two weeks of winter and then go into hibernation) and wake up in the spring. Of this “just-to-survive-till-New Year” December when everyone is super busy and super tired and when an exciting process of looking for New Year presents turns into a hasty search of useless trifles. Of this infinite waiting for a miracle, for warmth, and for… summer.

Today I came to my class before the scheduled time in the firm belief that my class starts at 2 pm (while it actually starts at 3 pm). And it's gonna be -30C tomorrow. I think it's time for me to go into hibernation...