When winter starts up every year, I get weird. I lie on the floor and stare out of the window, I cry a lot. I run around on the ice barefoot, saying things like, “I think I need to be more grounded.” I …
When winter starts up every year, I get weird. I lie on the floor and stare out of the window, I cry a lot. I run around on the ice barefoot, saying things like, “I think I need to be more grounded.” I …