The artificially created heat paired with the body heat of milling people begins to encourage blood flow into the patches of exposed skin. As I make my way down the hallway towards the exit, I become outwardly repaired. That chill in my bone remains. It is a sign. The coming of a time. A time that shall sit upon Indiana for four, long, long, long months. The chill will never leave until this rude visitor packs up and moves across the globe. Winter is Coming. Though heads will not roll (hopefully), bones will chill, jackets will mask, and a campus will be dominated by NorthFace. Winter is truly coming.
To say that I am prepared for its coming would be a terrible assumption. Despite the fact that this will be my third actual winter, I'm am not ready. My body is not ready. My soul is not ready. I....am....not...ready. The mere thought of snow on the forecast plummets my mind into darkness. But there is nothing I can do, to prevent its coming. The permacloud stretches across the sky as I speak. Annie is wrong. The sun will not come out tomorrow. The raindrops that are falling on my head will soon fall from my eyes. Denial is not just the longest river in Africa, it is my state of mind. Fall was just a period of denial. It fooled me with its lush colors and cool breezes. It was the true harbinger of winter.
Alas, I have decided during the writing of this post that hibernation is my best bet of survival this winter (which promises to be even more cruel than the previous winters). If I sleep it away, it doesn't actually happen right? Wrong....There is no escape. Winter is Coming. "We cannot get out. The End Comes." Flakes, flakes in the air. Winter is coming.
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Thank you and stay warm my friends.