Is it just me, or do you think that, after the holidays, snow becomes a nasty burden? I was walking to my car today, the wind was blowing through my suit coat and overcoat, snowing like crazy in my face, cars driving slowly, the sidewalk and pavement slick with a white icing, and I thought to myself, "This is miserable, winter is dreadful." Then I stopped, I literally stopped and looked around me. The feeling was different already. If this had been a month ago, a simple 30 days earlier, I would have been giddy like a school boy who's best friend had just stuck his tongue to a frozen flag pole. Hot Chocolate weather, snuggle weather, Christmas light watching weather. I would have been happy for the icing on everything. Is it the Christmas spirit gone from my life already? How weak am I? I felt like the Polar Express had just run me down on it's way to the North Pole. I walked on, laughing a little, in spite of myself, at the idea that the bleak mid-winter, without Christmas to look forward to, is a time that we should be hibernating.
Sorry to contrast that with my last post. It's rude to rub things in.
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