It always surprises me how much I like cold weather when it's hot outside. It surprises me even more that the opposite holds true as well. And whenever it becomes cold after a long spree of being in the scorching sun, I start wishing it was hot again. I guess I'm a hypocrite but what can I say. I forget the past easily but I try not to. When there's nothing to remind me of the past, my memories slip by me like a cold breeze.
It's pretty cold out right now. I have the window open but in ten minutes I'll most likely be shivering. Thirty minutes after that, I'll open the window again because it'll get too stuffy and the cycle goes on.
I'm starting to shiver now. I'd still say the cold is better than the heat.
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