It's going to be seven degrees tomorrow night. Just seven. It's been snowing since last night and the storm is showing no signs of mercy. Just getting into my car, let alone driving, let alone moving at all is much more difficult than what I consider to be reasonable. Putting on extra layers, then taking them off, scraping windows, feeling the cold settle inside my bones where it will claim residency for the next several months. Simply existing during this time of year is obnoxious.
So, other than for the hot cocoa and whipped cream, remind me again why I live here. In this place where winter exists at all.