It’s gotten cold, but I guess that’s to be expected, considering we’re right in the heart of winter at the moment.
Well, we’re actually nearing the tail end of winter. Soon it will be spring once more and that means soon I’ll have to water the plants more often.
It’s been a good run, but alas, there is work that needs to be done. There are a lot of things that need to be done, if I am to be frank.
Well, I won’t be frank. I’ll just be me instead.
This morning will feature a journey most perilous. Many a person have lost their motivation when attempting what I am about to attempt. It breaks the hearts of those who are strong, and crushes those who are weak.
Well, it crushes everyone, but I’m going to stick to the dramatic here, as that’s more fun, if I am to be honest.
It is a journey that is braved through the cold and it involves the use of the muscles in the legs in order to move in a direction. It involves moving through the cold particles in order to find another shelter in which one can immerse themselves within, at least for a short period before they need to go to a another location.
It involves warmth, but in order to get to the warmth, the cold must be passed through.
No matter how many layers are worn, the cold desolation of the wintry breeze is what is the most fearsome foe that needs to be considered.
There are a lot of dangers and the risk of slowing down and stopping is at an extreme high. However, it is a journey that needs to be made, for I cannot stay in this shelter all day, despite how much I would much rather do that.
It is a journey in which I shall see an entrance and hopefully penetrate that entrance in order to feel the warmth of a larger-scale receptacle than the one I am currently housed within,
I don’t know if I will get the whole way. There’s a chance that I will turn around due to the fearsome weight of the chill’s bite. It is a fearsome and most destructive force that I must pay respect to during every single step I take, so I must proceed with caution if I want to get to the end without turning around.
I need to do this, as there are other places in which I need to reach. I need to get to the end. I don’t have much of a choice, but I know the risks that I am taking are heavy.
If I don’t make it, then I will be able to warm myself. If I do make it, I will be able to warm myself. Both good options, but there is no denying that eventually I will reach a point where I have to face my foe.
This journey is, of course, the journey to work.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:25:72
I wrote this before leaving for work this morning, which is something that I’m not sure as to why I’m mentioning.
Not sure if it adds any.
Far more dramatic than it needs to be.
On the plus side, wrist didn’t hurt when writing this one.
Written at home.