Blue Tit Bird singing in the cold air
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Best of both temperatures
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i love you rain, i love you cold air, i love you sound of raindrops hitting the rooftops, i love you cloudy skies.
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Ok good enough let’s get inside now.
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And when I open my window at night, let the cold and fresh air in, I take a deep breath. The coldness takes over my lungs. I start to notice that it’s starting to smell like you again. Like the time we met. All the evenings we spend outside, in the cold. Where we only had each other’s presence to stay warm. You drove me home and I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole night.
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fall 2022 mood board
A little fall vision board to lift everyone's spirits. I find myself always wanting to be a better version of myself with every change of season. These are some of my inspo pics!
Take care!
xoxo C.
None of these pictures are mine. This is a compilation of inspiration pictures taken from Pinterest.
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My sister came over today and commented on how cold my apartment is. I keep the thermostat at 65 year-round. Part of the reason is that it's one of those newfangled digital affairs and I can't see well enough to change it. But I've always preferred being too cold to being too warm. We were both raised in houses heated by wood and have a high tolerance for cold, but my internal thermostat got wrecked years ago when I was in an accident and spent an unknown amount of time in a nearly-frozen creek. I can go from uncomfortably cold to uncomfortably hot in seconds, and it's a lot easier to warm up than cool down.
There's another thing, though. I've always had this feeling like the sack of flesh that carries my consciousness around will keep better at low temperatures. Maybe I read "Cool Air" at a too-impressionable age. Operating rooms are always cold, but the last time I had surgery the room was noticeably colder than I remembered. I had already been given the pre-anesthesia drugs that make you feel wonderful (it's a good thing I'm not smart enough to be an anesthesiologist, because I would surely have died overdosing on that stuff my first five minutes on the job) so I was pretty loose-lipped and giggly. I mentioned the cold, and then I said, "I know, I know, you gotta keep it cold to keep the meat from going bad." Somebody in the room did a pretty good mad scientist laugh as I was drifting off. It just occurred to me that it might have been me, as the surgical staff were all, as far as I know, working sober.
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