Every year around this time it always feels the same.

Retreating inside myself the longer we shut ourselves in away from the bitter cold wind.

I don't do well with walls. Or ceilings.

Especially these walls, these ceilings, and everything they represent to me.

I like winter. I love snow. I love when snowflakes get caught in my eyelashes or land on my nose.

I dislike this wind that brings tears to my eyes. I dislike the days when the sky doesn't look like the sky.

To be honest right now, the view out my window makes the buildings and trees look as if they are set against their own backdrop. Another wall. And it matches MY walls, the ones I hate so much.