weather the storm

I opened a can of worms tonight. I apologize.

Walking in the chill of these unfamiliarly frigid nights gives me a certain peace I don't find most other times. It is simply you and the cold. I don't know why I like the cold so much. There's something to the notion that you either have to find some internal fire, or share heat with someone else.

Clean and organized are two diverent concepts. If there was an easy way to bring them together, well, that' beyond me at the moment. I can't believe we're still unpacking. Or I'm still unpacking. Or whatever.

I've grown to realize you can't always go with the most elegant solution.