I don’t like winter. I used to like it when I was a kid. I loved putting on my boots and big poofy winter coat and trudging through the shin-deep blanket of snow. I have good memories of attempting to make snowmen with my siblings. Or I’d pick a pristine, untouched patch of snow and attempt to walk through the snow in a precise pattern so as to spell out my name or favorite word. Yes, I was one of those nerdy kids who had favorite words. Sometimes I’d take a fallen twig and try to write something in the snow in my best cursive. Ahh, the innocence of childhood where the smallest things were a delight.
Fast forward to adulthood, having raised my own children and having lived through multiple snowy winters. I don’t like winter anymore. Truth be told, I’d rather be on a tropical island or in a warm location where snow is not the norm. I’m okay if I don’t see snow firsthand for many years. Yes, it’s beautiful. It really is. I especially like how the blanket of white fluff seems to insulate the noisy outdoors. And it’s pretty when the snow covers the intricate tree branches.
But, I don’t need to live in it anymore. I’m good. Done. My body hates being cold. I no longer enjoy bundling up. The gray skies of winter give me the blues. And all I seem to want to do during the snowy winters is sleep and stay inside. This is not the way to live (for me). I want to wake up to sunshine and blue skies. I want to wear shorts in December, January and February and not be cold. I want summer weather all year long. That’s the dream.
~ Kay Dee
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