Sunday, January 3, 2010
I realize that I posted an anti-ode (is that a term?) to summer over summer break, but that I have yet to do the same about Winter. I suppose I don't complain about winter because I feel it would be pointless to start. When I wrote about summer, I did so to remind myself that there were bad things about my favorite season so that I would not romanticize it when I came to this point. This point, at the beginning of a new year, when there are icicles in the bushes and patches of black ice on the roads. When all the previously well-housed and well-loved evergreens and firs lay forgotten, brown and barren on the curb sides. The point where I ask myself if I really need to shower, because I'd rather not get naked and wet. My skin is dry and itchy. I need to be within an arm's reach of chapstick at all times. I am bored and too cold to emerge from my bedding or my comfy space on the couch, so I don't. It becomes counter-intuitive to drink an ice cold Coke.
I could go on for days. My point is: Christmas is over, so hurry up and let it be Spring already.
EDIT: according to tomscott.com and his Star Wars Weather Forecaster "It's like HOTH out there!"