Blow me

It's windy. It isn't supposed to be windy yet. The wind isn't supposed to start up for another couple weeks. Then it'll blow like a freakin freight train constantly for 2 or 3 months. I'll come home from work with wind in my hair, teeth and ears. After the first few weeks I'll start to question my sanity and my thoughts begin to feel like they're being sieved through a kitchen strainer. At the near end of the Spring blow we'll all be ready to kill someone and for a few days as it begins to move toward summer there will be a slight calming in the night and we'll walk outside, prepared to brace ourselves into the teeth of it only to find a relative calm. An hour later there will be a slight *puff* against our skin, and moments later it will be like the door has been torn off a cold section of hell.

I'm sick of winter

Fucking bring it on.