When winter wants to be friends.


If I'm really honest, winters are not my thing.  I'm more of a summer girl. I like the sun and the sand and swimming and spending my days in a bathing suit instead of a winter coat.   Winter is hard.  The cold is hard.  The darkness is hard.  Most days when it's this frigid, I really just want to sit on my couch wrapped up in a blanket with the space heater on full blast aimed directly at me.  Because I don't like the cold.  Winter and I aren't good friends.  



Well, we're not good friends until those days that winter tries to persuade me that we could be friends, maybe.  Like those days that I walk the dog and breathe in the cold air but for a few moments there is actually something refreshing and life giving in those cold breathes.  Winter sometimes gives me those moments.  You know the ones - when your face is so cold but the coldness feels...  invigorating?  Sometimes.  Not always, but there are moments where I want to be outside exploring while my feet crunch the frozen ground.  I find there are minutes that I enjoy the smell of the cold because as I breathe in the cold, I breathe in life and it's not bad.  The cold sometimes makes me feel alive.  I can see my very breath and know my existence in this world is real.  I feel life in my bones, in my chest, throughout my lungs.  The cold wakes me up.  Sometimes.  

But there are also those winter moments like we had the other day when we spent the afternoon sledding and our noses turned red and our finger tips were like ice cubes, but the snow tasted good and the sun was on our face warming us and we laughed and ran back up hills only to come down again.  I can be friends with winter on those days.  On the days that bring playing.  The days where winter coats and boots and gloves and the hats that refuse to stay put on your head end up in a big pile of melting snow in the middle of the kitchen floor.  The days where we share sleds together and giggle and maybe scream a bit all the way down the hill because at 42 flying down a hill on a sled is still thrilling.  So, winter, I guess we can be friends, but just for a short time.  So don't get carried away winter...
                     I still prefer summer over you.  










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