a breakfast for losers...

So I did travel out into the field, and towards the wonderful, climeable tree. I kept my head down, watching my feet sink into the snow, making sure I don't fall through and lose myself. My boots filled with snow and my ankles were numb by the time I reached the tree. It's so comfortable to sit up in, and I watched out for any of the mysterious footprints, I saw while walking, to be revealed. But no such thing had happened during my time out there. Though I did spot a squirrel off in the distance playing behind the trees. I love being outside, and the thought of going back inside, into the warmth, is somewhat tiresome. You become so accustomed to the cold, and the snow melting in your shoes. Your legs become numb that you don't even notice the wetness of the bottom of your pants anymore. Once you go back inside, this heavy weight descends over your body. You become sticky and wet. Everything is uncomfortable and you don't even want to move. Thank goodness for herbal tea, and dryers.

I become so light headed when I am outside.

Anyway, I have once again avoided my essay, which I am not too thrilled about, but it has to be finished as a seminar follows along with it. Curses!