We’ve survived the most wretched season in years. Now everything will be beautiful once more
Well, we did it. Winter is finally dead. And, unlike when a real person dies, we don’t have to pretend there was anything good about it.
Goodbye, winter, a friendless season for losers. I mean this in the rudest possible terms, but particularly this year. Winter is a season for losers and a season for loss. It forces us to become worse versions of ourselves, taking us away from our friends and offering us nothing in return except the opportunity to complete our evening walks on hard mode. Meanwhile, everyone interesting immediately flees for summer in other parts of the world, which draws me into a blood feud with them.