In the cold, I find warmth in my soul.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not. And oftentimes, we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
It’s is such a cold and rainy day. No classes for us and yet I’m too lazy to do anything productive. When they announced the suspension of classes at around 6:30am a while ago, my dorm mates and I had breakfast and not long after, went back to sleep. And yes, I just woke up.
This is the kind of day when I just want to curl up under my blankets, listen to mellow songs and contemplate about matters of life. I don’t know what it is with the rain or cold, but somehow, it soothes me. It doesn’t bother me as much. I prefer the cold than the blazing heat of the sun. I feel like its easier to relax during rainy days. It is also a perfect time to curl up with a book in hand and a steaming mug of coffee. I feel safe watching pellets of rain slide down my window. The sound of the drizzle as raindrops fall on the roof make me feel comfortable. I could live in a day like this forever.
But seasons change as days pass. I could only savor this one time and hope that one day, a time like this would come again.