I live in the upper Midwest. As I write this it's snowing - again - still - forever, it seems. Near white out conditions in fact.
According to those who know such things, we are already way above our usual snowfall totals for an entire year. With much more to come before Spring.
If that furry little guy from Pennsylvania is to be believed.
I'm beginning to HATE Winter. Which is odd for me since usually I LOVE Winter. Gliding and spinning on razor sharp ice skates. The swoosh, swoosh rhythm of cross country skis.
By its Nature - pun intended - Winter begs to be described.
A blast of Arctic air rolling into the streets.
The first breath on an icy morning, nostrils flash frozen.
Frigid air crackles, snow creaks underfoot.
Freezing rain traps trees and bushes in tombs of ice.
Fingers gone numb.
Wind pelting, eyes watering.
Slick roads. Cars slide sideways.
Iced over puddles.
Mittens, scarves, hats and boots.
Warm lips kiss a chilled cheek.
Engine heated air flows into a newly started car.
Seasoned wood sizzling in the grate.
Extra blankets on the bed.
A loved one snuggled close.
Okay, so maybe Winter does offer some instances to LOVE.
Relatives in Arizona brag about abundant sunshine, temperatures in the eighties.
Oh, good. Something else to HATE. Not them, of course, just when they do that.
Happy Spring, Everyone! Eventually!
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