The wind hits my face and my eye does all it can to defeat the cold, cry.
Humans are not made for cold temperatures. Sweat is produced to cool yourself down, but evolution is punishing us in the cold. No wonder the start of civilisations is largely located in warmer climates. If we started in the cold we probably wouldn’t even have survived one winter.
Can you imagine crawling through the woods with your bare butt barely covered by some piece of cloth, in the freezing cold? Now we have found ways to stay cozy and the only thing reminding us of these literally wild times is a crying eye.
Now, we could put on sunglasses but unfortunately, winter is dark.
So here I stand, shivering, crying, in the dark.
But what can my teary eyes see? Light, warmth, the smell of spices! If that is not the heated up intoxicating brew that we call mulled wine.
While I sip my fermented warm grapes, I think back on whether our ancestors did that as well, drinking or eating heated up fermented grapes when they fell weary of the cold.
In any case, thanks, for bringing us this far!
Cheers