Visibility close to none, the only comfort I feel is the very room I am in, especially with the warmth of the radiator.

Needless to say, winter is best enjoyed indoors, holding a cup of tea, reading a book, listening to your favorite tunes. Comfort is ever welcoming. But it breeds laziness and can become mundane. Take your jacket, step out, brave the cold. Walk, skip, run, dance, twirl in the white landscape. Duck into underground pubs, scale the tower in the market square. Hands and feet at the verge of being frostbitten.

Eyes opened. Still a blur of white.

Oh dear sun, when will I see you again.

Another day another life
Passes by just like mine
It's not complicated