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Winter0
By - Posted 20th November, 2017 at 3:05 pm The Real World

It is so cold that when I wake up, the Sun did not even wake up yet.

I am not the biggest fan of winter now, but I think back to when I was a kid, loving the winter, waking up extra early so I had time to sledge down the hill a few times before school…

Coming home to hot coco and my mum’s warm embrace – I wish I still had that enthusiasm for this season!

If I had the money I would travel to the South until the cold was gone, but there are just so many things that you have to be responsible about and consider as an adult. I have my job that I have to go or I won’t get paid, and the bills have to be paid on time. I’ve got a runny nose again now, it comes every year about this time. My winter boots weigh a ton and the cold makes every step towards work harder.

As a kid I had time to run and play in the snow on my way to kindergarten; my mum might not have agreed that I had time but I knew I did! Making snow angels, starting snowball fights, and just not having a care in the world.

Do I even remember how a snowman looks anymore?

The colours outside are gone, my favourite forest to walk though and look at the green trees and listen to the relaxing wind in them has changed. The wind is not relaxing any more, and the green is gone from the trees. As I sit at my desk at work I look out the window and see the Sun rise over the field, but by the time I am off it is gone again.

I drag myself through a crowded bus and home to my flat. As a kid I loved the bus ride because it was exciting for me looking out the window at all the people.

Is this how it is to be adult? No fun or imagination? Just duties, routines, and expectations.

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