Getting Numb Again

I'm starting to feel numb again.
Perhaps it's just the cold air that is starting to descend on the paling leaves in the swaying trees.  Perhaps it is the cold settling with foggy clouds in my head.  Perhaps it is the cold on everyone's shoulder that hurts me with every hostile shove.
I'm numb again.
I know it.  It happens, every year around this time.  Usually it's later, months later.  The winter brings it on.  It's the cold.  The monotony of school and life seem undeniable in the cold.  The white of the snow shows all the flaws in my life.  That's what it is.  And the long shadows of the rising summer sun alays hide them from me. 
But this year, it's already getting cold.  I'm already wrapped up tight beneath several layers.  I can feel the cold, at home, at school, at work.  It's always there now.  And this is only the beginning.  It must get worse.  It's how it works.  The snow hasn't even fallen yet.
We never get white snow here.  It's always dirty.  People's car tires rip through it leaving tar black lines.  The powers that be lay down the salt in an attempt to make it safer, but it makes all the snow that survives, grey and lifeless.  Even my own feet, track mud into the snow.  It was once pure I think, somewhere.  Or at least it's form in someone's mind.  Even as it falls, closer and closer to me, it gets dirtier.  Collecting our flaws.  My flaws.
It's getting colder.  Every year, it feels as if I've been trapped outside without those layers for far too long.  The dirty snow covering my body.  At home, at school, at work, it feels like frostbite.  I start feeling numb again.
But this year, it seems the cold came early.  I already feel numb again.

Author's Note

Idk what this is exactly.
Just felt like writing.
Tell me what ya think.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I really enjoyed reading this write. Last winter was depressing and the snow just keep coming, until it began to thaw into a pile of mess. I glad that I was in Mount Vernon, instead of Mentor. There is a dullness to winter that makes us feel sort of numb, again, and you portrayed that feeling all so well. This is a very visual piece, as well, helping us to see through the eyes of the writer. Great job!

[Dillon Cotter]

Bro, i get how you feel. there is a ton of imagery just in the first couple of lines my friend. You can tell your not looking forward to the winter's harsh cold and numbness. I love how you use the elements of the seasons to compare things and ideas into your life. "The white of the snow shows all the flaws in my life" is nice.

-Will