Baby, It’s Cold Outside—And I’m Over It ❄️🥶

 

The air is sharp, biting at my skin the second I step outside. The kind of cold that settles into your bones, making you question every life choice that led you to this exact moment. The world is covered in frost, trees standing like frozen statues, and the wind doesn’t whisper—it howls, demanding attention. 🌬️🌨️

Winter always comes with this eerie silence, like the earth itself is holding its breath. The streets are emptier, footsteps muffled under layers of snow and ice. People move quicker, heads down, wrapped in scarves and regrets, all of us collectively wondering why we haven’t migrated somewhere warmer. 🏔️🧣

Hot coffee ☕, thick blankets 🛋️, and the false promise of warmth from a weak sun—that’s all we have. The heater struggles, the chill seeps through the walls, and suddenly, everything feels like too much effort. Going outside? Only if absolutely necessary. Social plans? Canceled. Productivity? Frozen solid. ❄️😩

And don’t even get me started on walking to class. My classes at FDU aren’t close together—they’re spaced apart just enough to make the trek brutal. The wind doesn’t just brush past; it nearly knocks my skinny ass down every time I cross campus. 💨😂 It’s a battle between me and nature, and let’s just say, nature is winning.

And yet, there’s something oddly beautiful about it all. The way the world looks untouched, like a postcard you don’t actually want to be in. The way the cold forces you to slow down, to sit with yourself, to think. But thinking too much in this weather is dangerous—it leads to wondering why we live like this, why we endure this misery, why we ever romanticized winter in the first place. 🤔❄️

So yeah, baby, it’s cold outside. And I, for one, am staying in. 🔥😌