Snow covering the sidewalks and ice covering the streets. The bitter truth of winter's wrath taking its vengeance out on my face. Winter is hard, and winters in Manhattan are surely horrific. The luxury of a car is a joke, and the likelihood of stepping knee deep in a pile of snow and dirty street water is a near certainty. How could you question me for not wanting to leave the house? How could you question me for wanting to order chinese and loose myself in old movies and a blunt?

I always feel this way at wintertime. Far too cold and tired to contribute much to the world. Just hoping and praying I'll fall asleep and wake up in the spring. But thats a prayer that has yet to be answered. So I go through the daily grind, angry at mother nature. Wishing I could sneak away someplace warm and tropical. Sip my iced cocktail and soak in the rays. But instead I am barreling through mounds of snow with my eyes watering from the cold. Counting down the days.

I follow the laws of nature which clearly shows that the winter is for hibernation. So that's what I'm doing. Resting up for the the remainder of my year. Excited about the possibilities and eager to play. But my imagination cannot take me away far enough to escape this fridge cold that is my current reality. Colds, flu, coughs and sore joints are the symptoms to my wintertime blues. Sleep and marijuana seem to be the only cure.

Is it possible to be cold, angry, lazy, calm and happy all at the same time? If you say no then please have a talk with my very confused brain. I can't wait for my memories of the cold to fade. But in the meantime I'll continue to snuggle up with my love and dream of spring.

~J. Aquino Cheatem
 

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