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Nick's Journal
2002-11-22 19:16:20 (UTC)

Cold Day

On the first really cold day of the year you just seem to
experience something. I don't know whether it's good/bad,
or what the hell, but you just get this feeling inside of
you. It's a feeling of "holy hell it's cold" with a
mixture of.......i feel alive.
because that's what the cold essentially does to you, it
re-vitalizes you. the cold air hitting your face, wisping
through your hair, and biting the end of your nose. that
moist feeling of your nose keeping itself from drying
out. sometimes you can't even keep your eyes ahead of you
but must look down and away so as to avoid the wind.
walkiing through campus one end of you thinks, "what i
wouldn't give to be in my car now", and the other
says, "but it's so nice out here", a niceness that is
unparalleled by a beautiful day.
see, anyone can appreciate a beautiful day. it's like
appreciating the beauty in something that's already
beautiful. however it's when you walk through a bitingly
cold, overcast, flurry ridden day, and pull out that
feeling of love for the weather that you truly show some
character.
in the car, it's even colder than outside, the seats hold
the coldness as if they were two friends embracing after
years of seperation. the whole coldness from outside is
slowly ousted by the blast from the heat of your car.
yet as you drive and get warmer, you just long for the
cold reality of the outside world. the warmth seems an
illusion to you.
finally you go to eat something, and watch the world as it
passes by, food tastes better when it's cold because it
has a comforting warmth all in it's own that isn't as
appreciated in the horrendous heat of summer. after you
eat, you see a family going to the ice cream store across
the street and think to yourself, "they know how to do it
right". despite of yourself and the coldness you feel,
you trudge over to the ice cream store, the pleasant
warmth of your stomach creating a strange contradiction
with the cold around you. of course the ice cream is ever
the more satisfying as you think of just how ridiculous it
is to get this on a day such as this. yet as you slowly
make it back to your car you realize the goodness of your
decision.
as you drive back home, the milky feeling of ice cream and
coldness coincide on the top of your lip. the excitement
you feel once you get back to your warm abode is something
like the spurt of excitement of being the last person to
beat the red light. you've made it.
these are my thoughts and i just watch my words fall on
the paper like the tired leaves fall from the trees. my
thoughts already have such an archaic feel to them, it
almost leaves a bitter feeling in my mind.
if only i could write in my mind, and not suffer the
inadequacies of encoding for you to decode. maybe then.




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