The Winter Lows
So, it's winter again.
I wish it snowed here.
It never fails to be cold, though.
Much to my disappointment.
I blow on my hands,
Squinting with bleary eyes.
Brief, mildly intellectual thoughts enter my head,
Flickering away after a while.
It's kind of funny how seasons can come with mindsets.
Well.
I think it's funny.
It's not depression,
I'm not despondent.
It's more of a low.
Yeah, that's it.
The Winter Lows.
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