winter is here. finally. I don't say that like I have been waiting for it. I just knew it was getting cold, and the days are much shorter and I'm getting less and less happy.


Then this evening I walked out onto my porch and I had that feeling. That really strange feeling that accompanies memories. Some are hard to identify, others I remember all too well.


Seasons seem to have a big impact on my brain. I remember different things at different times. 


For instance, winter cold bundle up don't move dana meth treatment  cold alone miserable what happened to christmas why don't I feel the joy I used to? A fog of uncomfortable ness washes or more over suffocates me, but at the same time I feel like I've been lost in space, in the ultimate cold and the ultimate alone, you can't get any aloner than in a vacuum.


The point... well that's the point isn't it. There is no point. That's how winter often makes me feel, as though the world is just going to freeze over. I know this isn't going to happen, I'm not afraid it will nor do I visualize what it would look like if it did. I'm simply talking about the feelings that an event like this could have on people. Namely me.