Deception
A stunningly beautiful day sits demurely, coyly, on the cusp of my peripheral vision, as I sit at my computer and attempt to formulate philosophical thoughts. It is all I can do to remind myself that the pristine, sunny brilliance is a Lie, and that when I step outside, this premature, 5-degree-celcius winter morning will condense my breath into a death shroud, I will develop frostbite, and my ears will drop off.
I am not used to sunny days using their bright, warm, tropical colours and deceptive azure loveliness to lure unwitting Asian girls into an ice-trap.
Nonetheless; it distracts me from my work. I have this uncontrollable desire to frolic.