Austin Price, Editor in Chief
The breath of winter’s lungs, chills us to the bone
The cold is prickly, making the body weak and feeble
Despite our menagerie of fabric draped upon us, with stitching keeping us concealed, our delicate flesh protrudes out, adjusting the texture of our usually smooth skin
The air exposes us
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Spiritually
We are at the mercy of mother nature’s icy breath
Our bodies stiffen, like corpses embarking on rigor mortis
Our movement is no longer directed by cognitive signals, it is fueled by desperation
Momentum, replaced with haste
Anticipation, replaced with fear
Survival becomes our motivation
The inherit, primal desire to self soothe, self heal, and self preserve, keep us moving
We are the apex predator
Leader of the food chain
And the trickster of creation
Our intelligence has kept us alive
The ability to outsmart our adversaries remains our greatest strength
But it also bleeds into our greatest weakness, arrogance
We are arrogant to the weather
We are arrogant to the climate
We are arrogant to the omnipotent power of Mother Nature, the alpha of all beings
Our arrogance leads us to stupidity, as we become obtuse to the intensity of Mother Nature’s ever-changing personality
As the winter comes, dispersing it’s deadly, bitter air with the vengeance of a demon, I leave you with this warning
Cover up, arrogant perishable predators
It’s your only hope