Winter

It's mad cold. And when I say it's mad cold, I'm saying that the cold is angry, and it is taking names. The cold is not here to make friends, it is here to kick ass and make wet sidewalks slippery. It's mad cold, you all better recognize.

When I go outside, I dress in layers. I wear two shirts, a long-sleeved shirt, a hoodie, and a coat. I wear sweats under cargo pants. I wear a hat and gloves. And I still end up freezing. I think that maybe I should get a heavier coat, or hope that someone invents a cape of fire that I can purchase. If I wore a cape of fire, I wouldn't be cold at all in the morning. Also, I could scare off any children who plan to attack me.

I'm ready for spring.