grendel

It's geting cold outside and I love it. 18 months of summer can get a bit tedious (he bitches while smirking on the inside).

When I was going to school in Wisconsin I used to love the winters. You just can't beat a -90 without windchill, freeze the hair on the inside of your nostrils, listen to your spit *clink* when it hits the ground kind of day.

I remember one day at about 2 in the morning I couldn't sleep because there was this crazy blizzard going on outside. The windows were shaking and you couldn't see the streetlamps because the snow was coming down so thick. I, for some reason thought this would be a prime opportunity to walk the mile down to the time and temperature sign at the bank to see how cold it was.

I bundled up in just about every article of clothing I owned, and walked outside.

I made it about 500 feet until I realized there was no way in hell I was going to make it a mile to the bank and then a mile back. I was beat from walking into the wind, so I found the lee side of a snow drift and laid down for awhile.

I don't know how long I was lying there, but I do remember the sky being absolutely beautiful with the snow just streaking across it and with that strange yellow backlit reflection you get during a great snowstorm.

I ended up falling asleep (I know, I know, bad bad idea in a snow storm when you're probably already suffering form mild hypothermia). I remember it being one of the most peaceful and lovely times of my life. I think that if I were able to choose a way to die, it would be freezing to death in a quiet place in the middle of a raging blizzard.

But I'm certainly not ready to die anytime soon. Frickin The Two Towers is coming out! Can't bloody well miss that now can I?