I am in the middle of a love/hate relationship.
It is singularly the most frustrating thing in the world.
It seams like I've waited so long and I get repaid by pain.
But I love to breath in the sweet fragrance.
With callousness I get in return pain... to the point that it's intense... physical.
I embrace with open arms drinking in the presence with nothing but admiration.
I don't mind the coldness... I'm used to it. I find comfort in it.
But the pain in my ankles, knees and back during cold weather reminds me of every soccer game that I played when I was in high school and college.
Every step feels like a 10 penny nail has been hammered into my ankles.
I love the feel, smell, temperature of winter... but my body hates it.
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