Ice

There is something inherantly comforting about the ice and snow. It is not the childhood memory of christmas or tobogganing with my brother at the park. Perhaps the nostalgia is part of it but there is more. There is something about the cold that wraps itself around you and encompasses your soul. The snow is calming. Everything is clean and clear. The crystalization of tiny water dropletts purifies it.
The heat is fickle. It is warm, hot, humid, breezy, or muggy. But the cold, well, it is just cold. It doesnt really matter how cold it actually gets or how much snow is on the ground. Winter is winter and hating it just makes you angry and miserable.
This is sort of how I feel about the general populace right now. It is comforting to know that it is out there, but I am hardly willing to go and stand naked in it. People are the heat. Uncomfortable and dynamic. Necessary for life and excitement but at the end of the day, ultimately uncomforting. The cold is the purifier. The solice away from the bullshit.
~V