It seems that the brighter the sun shines, the colder the temperature gets.
So on a beautiful day like this, the last thing I want to do is going outside.
The clouds from yesterday dispersed into small, scattering pieces, floating across the blue blue sky. Sky is always beautiful when it's sunny, like a clean sheet of canvas painted with that unique, smooth blue color. I feel like, if I look up into it, then I can see through the atmosphere and reach the outer space. The purity, the mysteriousness make me feel fascinated. Over the land of snow, the spruces are waving under the wind, their tops joining up the heaven and earth. I wonder if I can ever paint a picture as surreal as this.
But never go outside. On the way back, the sunlight gives off a little warmth, but it's taken right away by the flesh-cutting wind. The air has countless invisible razors in it; my skin gets red in a couple of second, as if the blood inside is ready to burst out any minute. I tie up every button on my coat, and it surprises me to realize my chest is still ice cold. The temperature sinks in from every pore. It doesn't matter how I fight it, there's no perfect defense in this case.
Don't get fooled. It may look nice from afar, but as soon as you get close to it, prepare to take on the casualty. There are traps under a lovely cover, and that's how people get caught up and never come back out again. Avoid the colorful mushrooms, for they are usually the most poisonous.