I know, everyone in the northern hemisphere is all sweating and summery. Well, except for the British, but I don't think they have summer.
But here, it's cold. Icy in the morning, grey during the day, miserable at night kind of cold. There are some perks though. The fashion, for one. What's not to love about a good coat? Or a cosy jumper (sweater for the Americans). Wandering the streets it's all black and slate grey with the occasional dapper looking scarf. I can't help but feel people look classier in winter. Maybe I feel too much flesh looks trashy, but sometimes it does. Not such worry in winter -all those layers and even skinny jeans get covered in a coat and a good pair of boots.
And while these wonderful bundles of fabric keep me warm, there is an unintended side affect. I inadvertently pass a lot more in winter. No tell tale curves, lots of dark colours, limited gender cues and I think I just speak less in the cold. And in the back of a classroom, when I'm all rugged up and trying to stealthily observe someone else teach, all the kids can see is a big coat and short hair and they wonder who that guy is in the back row. Public toilets become more of a battleground and I find myself paying in cash, to avoid pulling out a credit card and having to manage the confusion of having SUCH A GIRLY NAME (thanks mum).
Welcome to winter.
