i'm lying on my bed, cuddled underneath two layers of quilts, wondering why people remain in this blistering winter wasteland, embracing the wind and snow. as a young child, i remember staring at the tv, spotting the beautiful flakes falling gracefully on quiet landscapes. it was not until many years later that i understood the trap behind the glass screen. i'm sure people living in siberia don't portray their frozen lands as awe-inciting kingdoms with ice princesses and furry animals to keep you warm at night. snow is not pretty. outside, it may look pure, it might create a false sense of peace, but once it stops, it becomes gray, brown, it melts, and freezes, revealing all the impurities that weren't traceable before. outside, your nose gets numb, it hurts to breath, your ears burn, the skin dries up, blistering, reddening, coarse as salt.
no, winter is not what it ought to be.
it sucks.
it's snowing in syracuse,
it's 15 degrees and it feels like -1
supposedly, there's a severe weather alert.
i'm the ice princess.
