For well you know that it's a fool,
Who plays it cool,
By making his world a little colder.

Every day is the same, except for a few more centimetres of snow.  A winter wonderland always sounds so delightful to those who rarely see snow, and not the daily drudge of the slush, salt, and icy paths that accompany it. There's so many pluses about winter, but right now, all I can see is the negative about it.

I wish it was spring; nothing like gentle breezes and love in the air. For some odd reason it's easier for me to fall for someone when it's warm, and a dayful of promise.  Even easier to walk home, hand-in-hand, flirting with breathy words and whispers. I'm more apt to take a chance, which is interesting. I don't know why, but winter is a time for mulling, rethinking conversations, and taking mental pictures of every tiny detail. In the spring, it's a bit like the fast-forward button. No time, no interest in pondering; just a time to fling my arms in the air and let go of everything, including basic commonsense and heart protection.

I ignore him, yet I know he knows I'm there.  It's beyond pathetic; forget about speaking to him, I can't even look him straight in the eye.  I hope he knows that I'm just a fool, rather than someone who's changed her mind. I haven't, but mygod, I'm out of my league.  Better to go back to silly boys who I don't really give a shit about than to actually be interested in someone who might actually be challenging, creative, and intriguing.

Shit, though. The stupid thing about crushes is not even knowing if any of the adjectives I apply to him, really do indeed apply. I don't know the first thing about him. I'm know he doesn't know much about me.

Yep, its another one of the same-old-same-old articles that I write.  At least you're spared my drunken blogging, endless ranting of work dissatisfaction, and self-obesessed notations of physical wellbeing. I'm running on empty now, for sure.