Winter Blues

[piasharn]

In the absence of the car's running motor and the fans blasting heated air to offset the chill in the air, the silence sounded startlingly loud. That absolute quiet that you can only find on a winter night when everything is sleeping or dead. When the whisper of snowflakes settling on the ground is audible, along with the faint sounds of the blood sluicing through the veins in your ears.

And in that brief stillness, just before you break the silence by inserting the key into the lock on the front door, before the zen-like moment has passed, you hear the faint, mournful cry of a hunting owl.

The above is my attempt to be poetic while describing an event that occurred a few days back.

The factory job has been keeping me busy, and putting money in the bank, which I shall certainly need since I will have to start paying back my student loans by the end of the month. The amount isn't unreasonable, but it makes saving up to get out of Michigan that much more difficult.

Moving plans are on hold, obviously. I hate how much money matters in this society, yet I am trapped into playing within the system. It sucks. A lot.

In addition to the cash, the job is helping me lose weight. Again. Nothing new, really, since my weight has fluctuated by close to 60 lbs (27 kg) in the past few years. The joys of unstable hormones and a lack of health insurance to cover the medication that would help.

Otherwise, there is (sadly) nothing new to report.