It's that transitional time of year.
You don't feel summer has left you completely.
But that's just your stupid head failing to keep up.
You know when you kick the cat out that it really is happening again, that the dark icy nights are here to stay.
It's definetely a love/hate relationship.
The cold weather becomes 'nature's policeman'. It helps keep the yobs off the streets because as hard as they are, a little cold keeps them indoors.
Your bones are a year older. Don't kid yourself that the ache they feel is from a hard days work. Age itself makes them ache in fear at the cold that's ready to rob them of their strength for the months ahead.
Unforgiving.
Hard.
Peaceful?
Winter can be all these things, and more.
I don't hate the winter.
But I don't love it as much as I do the summer with the smiles on faces you see everywhere.
You don't have a choice.
Live or die.
Make it or pretend to...
It really is just your choice.
Miss Jackie Coupe
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