I hate winter. Not the picture postcard variety -I see pine forests covered in a thick layer of snow and I'm raring to go- but the reality of it. Snow is such a rare occurence here; instead, our winters are grey, wet and cold. The kind of cold that seeps through anything, the thickest coat, the sturdiest boots, that settles in your bones and won't leave until halfway through spring...which is another thing: spring seems to be arriving later every year. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I think I'd like to come back as a grizzly, and have a legitimate reason for skipping the entire season.

As it is, though, I've got to get to work, so I'll wrap up warmly, brave the elements, and get thoroughly chilled hanging around train platforms and bus stops again. It's not just my job and commute, it's my life that sucks lemons today.