Winter.
I
know
that
many
people
love
this
time
of
year.
Me
not.
Anyone,
but
not
me.
They
say
that
you
will
necessarily
love
the
winter
if
you
were
born
in
winter.
And
here
not.
January
3
is
indicated
in
my
passport
as
a
date
of
birth.
I
still
do
not
like
winter,
and my birthday is the most unloved holiday.
I
tried
to
love
this
season.
Honestly.
I
resigned
myself
to
the
snow
and
cold
outside,
but
if
it's
cold
in
the
house,
it
irritates
me.
I
do
not
like
to
wear
thousands
of
clothes.
I
do
not
like
the
fact
that
I
can
not
sit
with
a
book
on
the
terrace.
Sitting
with
a
book
by
the fireplace is not my kind of leisure.
But
most
of
all
I'm
worried
about
the
cold
inside
me.
With
the
onset
of
November,
I'm
freezing.
And
maybe
I'm
hibernating
like
a
bear.
Did
you
know
that
a
bear's
hibernation
is
analogous
to
a
person's
coma?
That
sounds
good.
Just
wake
me
up in the spring.
Those
who
love
winter
never
broke
the
key
in
the
lock
of
the
car.
Or
did
not
break
the
bones,
due
to the fact that he slipped and fell.
I
was
at
the
lake
today.
Above
him
stood
a
fog
like steamed milk.
I
remembered
the
book
"Moominland
Midwinter"
of
the
Finnish
writer
Tove
Jansson.
In
it,
the
one
magical
character
-
the
mummy-troll
-
woke
early
and
ended
up
in
the
heart
of
winter.
It
seems
to
me
that
I
really
understood
his
confusion
only
now.
“All
things
are
so
very
uncertain,
and
that's
exactly what makes me feel reassured.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter.
All that remains is to warm yourself with warmth from other people.
Billings has so many wonderful people, so it's not difficult!
Anti-winter Anthem
Winter blog
Winter.
I
know
that
many
people
love
this
time
of
year.
Me
not.
Anyone,
but
not
me.
They
say
that
you
will
necessarily
love
the
winter
if
you
were
born
in
winter.
And
here
not.
January
3
is
indicated
in
my
passport
as
a
date
of
birth.
I
still
do
not
like
winter,
and
my
birthday
is
the
most
unloved holiday.
I
tried
to
love
this
season.
Honestly.
I
resigned
myself
to
the
snow
and
cold
outside,
but
if
it's
cold
in
the
house,
it
irritates
me.
I
do
not
like
to
wear
thousands
of
clothes.
I
do
not
like
the
fact
that
I
can
not
sit
with
a
book
on
the
terrace.
Sitting
with
a
book
by
the
fireplace
is
not
my
kind
of
leisure.
But
most
of
all
I'm
worried
about
the
cold
inside
me.
With
the
onset
of
November,
I'm
freezing.
And
maybe
I'm
hibernating
like
a
bear.
Did
you
know
that
a
bear's
hibernation
is
analogous
to
a
person's
coma?
That
sounds
good.
Just
wake
me
up
in
the
spring.
Those
who
love
winter
never
broke
the
key
in
the
lock
of
the
car.
Or
did
not
break
the
bones,
due
to
the
fact
that
he
slipped
and
fell.
I
was
at
the
lake
today.
Above
him
stood a fog like steamed milk.
I
remembered
the
book
"Moominland
Midwinter"
of
the
Finnish
writer
Tove
Jansson.
In
it,
the
one
magical
character
-
the
mummy-troll
-
woke
early
and
ended
up
in
the
heart
of
winter.
It
seems
to
me
that
I
really
understood his confusion only now.
“All
things
are
so
very
uncertain,
and
that's
exactly
what
makes
me feel reassured.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter.
All
that
remains
is
to
warm
yourself
with
warmth
from
other
people.
Billings has so many wonderful people, so it's not difficult!
Winter blog
Anti-winter Anthem
