Stream of Consciousness

If I wasn’t in this cold city right now I would be somewhere warm. I don’t want it to be too hot because then I’ll die. I just want to be in a warm place. It would be nice to not have to wear my peacoat anymore. I would like to walk outside in shorts and a t-shirt. In this warm place I’ll be able to put my hair up without the back of my neck freezing. I could finally be able to walk to places instead of waiting on someone with a car. My hair will most likely change color. It always does when there’s a lot of sun. In the winter it gains a red-ish tint since there is no sun to shine on it but when there’s sun it turns gold.

The same thing happens with my hair. It gets dark in winter but develops natural blonde highlights in summer. I also can’t wait to wear shorts and normal clothes and not have to worry about freezing winds and dry skin. The cold is not my preferred habitat. Warm is good. Feeling warmth is one of the best feelings. It just makes me feel happier. Like, the sunsets are so beautiful when it’s warm out. It feels nice to appreciate the beauty of nature during the warm months when all of it is alive. The colors bring things to life.

You’re so poetic. I don’t know what else to write now. I don’t want to write about this anymore. That wind outside made a creepy sound. Let’s bring the summer winds back! They don’t make weird sounds! I only brought up summer winds so it had something to do with this Winter’s Dreams assignment. My handwriting looks weird. It’s worse after summer. Why is my handwriting so slanty? Ew. When is summer? I want my birthday. LOL kidding. My birthday is around when school starts and I hate school. School is terrible near summer. Too hot. Put some AC in and maybe my opinion will change. LOL kidding again. School is still school either way. Summer vacation, yo! My hand hurts. Blah. I don’t know what else to write. I’m done. Bye (even though time isn’t up yet). LOL kidding it is!