You wake with the cold invading your mind & body. The damp clings, sapping the warmth from your core. A reminder the world doesn't play nice; a reminder that there’s an unyielding force at play.

Stepping outside, breath condenses, breathe onto cold fingers, warm the joints. A moment of relief. Doesn't last. Do it again. Cloudy sky sits low, oppressive, grey, a concrete ceiling that blocks the sun like a bad decision. It makes you question everything – your choices, your direction, your existence.

But at least the discomfort is raw. It’s honest. You can’t hide from it; it cuts through the clutter of a comfortable daily life. It strips away the pretense, leaving nothing but the core of who you are. Your coat may be thin but you can walk fast, lean into it, being alive means confronting these elements head on. Surviving.

Step into these moments, it's the anvil that forges the toughest steel. Embrace the cold, embrace the damp, it’s all part of the journey and part of the truth that life is relentless, and often, just plain uncomfortable.