𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱

But first…let's talk cherry lime-aide Slurpees.

Like the kind you get from your local corner store. Maybe it's a 7-Eleven, perhaps a Circle K, or if you're a homie then just think about your most favorite Chamoy raspa. 

Still not sure? Ok…then think about a sno-cone.

Now imagine that that sno-cone, raspa, Slurpee is flavorless. 

In your mind's eye, REMOVE the syrupy awesomeness that hits perfectly on a hot summer day so that the sno-cone thing has zero flavors.

You should be left with an icy, semi-chunky but still watery kinda mixture.

Right? 

It's the kinda solution that you're not sure if you should drink or chew because it has this nether-world consistency to it.

Is it ice?  

Is it water?  

Feeling me?

Stick with me here while I make a quick tranny (TRANSITION I mean…sorry...no offense...it's just how I speak-write).

𝗜'𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲. 𝗙𝗮𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗰. 

Today it's cold.  

It's a strange cold though.

The snow has stopped. The winds have picked up. The clouds rolled in...and they proceeded to dump what feels like a damn flavorless Slurpee everywhere.

It feels weird. Wet. Cold. And it gets into every nook and cranny the way sand does at the beach. The Norwegians call it sludd (pronounced: Sch-lood).

And that, my friends, is what it feels like to have a Slurpee dumped over you but instead of one and done, it's a continuous fountain of flavorless annoyance.

You gotta experience at least once, but for now, stay dry my friends.