I went looking for a sign of life and found nothing.
And no one.
Dull, flat, freezing and empty.
Red brought a glimmer of hope.
Fleeting at best.
We can expect temperatures to climb to the 20s this week which I think is pretty fucking reasonable for March. Invoking the f word means I’m still angry and being angry is better than being sad, right? Fuck yeah. And fuck you winter. I’m so sick of your germ-sharing, sloth-inducing claustrophobic bullshit.
Let this be my swan song on the topic.