Snow Dance.

Some days I wish that it wasn't bad for me to keep drinking more cups of coffee.

I would drink it continuously if I could because I'm always tired.

The snow finally fell, and it was worse than I remembered. 

You'd think that after 22 years of the same cyclical patterns, 

I would expect the pain. 

Piercing icicles stabbing my body, through my snow soaked clothes.

Pain plastered to my face.

Just yesterday I was wearing shorts, and today I needed a snow suit.

But I only have to endure it for 2 and half more months.

Then, I will be here:

and my iced over body will melt into pure happiness during the Summer in Sydney.