This weather,
this unnatural heat
is ******* the life from me.
Here, in the dead of winter,
tomorrow is Christmas and for the first time
in a week
you can tell by looking outside,
feeling the air.

With the cold comes
a new hope for sanity;
I can't stand the heat;
it feels like the summer is repeating
itself,
and by god I never want to go back to summer.
The cold
matches my mood,
frozen solid,
with nothing moving in it but the sparkling light off lonesome ice,
and if you stay out in it long enough
you turn numb.