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| Wednesday, December the Eighth |
A couple days ago my friend L.T. and I were going out to eat and it was snowing. There is nothing like the first snow of the winter, it really validates the cold. I mentioned this to L.T. and he asked me if it truly was Winter. "It's December," I replied "Of course it's winter."
After looking up when winter officially became winter on my phone I realized how mistaken I was. Winter does not start until the twenty-first of December. I do not like this. All of December should be winter, as well as most of November. Last year we had a shit load of snow in December. The average January high for the last ten years has been in the high 60's.
Come on seasons, what the hell do you think you are doing? Winter, stop trying to be summer. Can't you be happy being yourself? Spring and Fall are just transitional seasons, and every year nature fucks with me.
"Hey Ben," the God of season changes says. "You know how autumn is set to start about 2/3 of the way through September? Well, I think I am going to keep the temperature in the 70's until November and then drop all the leaves in one week and make it snow."
Well you know what Mister? I am not abiding to Your schedule any more! The dates mean nothing. Nothing I say! Fall will start when there is a drastic change in the color of leaves. So suck it God of Season Change, YOU DON'T CONTROL ME ANY MORE. You want to paint the leaves orange in August? I am ready for change and I am ready for you. You want to throw some snow down at the end of November? "Winter," I exclaim. "Winter!"
The weather and vegetation dictate MY seasons. I do not give a shit about the planetary position in relation to the sun.
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