A Perk

I hate winter! So cold, barren, brown.

But there is something.

Upset over my contrand underestimation by the band directors, the outside calls to me. I relish the liberty to do as I please, but the piercing wind tries to rip away my soul. Crushed, I give in. I did not expect what I found. The cold, biting wind quelled my anger and absorbed my hot frustration.