Friday, January 7, 2011


I always have a difficult relationship with winter. It gets quiet. There is no sound of children playing. The birds who use to greet my mornings are missing. The switch of the heater is a melody. It's cold. My toes get numb. My nose gets red. My hands crave to be held. Being tangled up with someone underneath the covers never sounds as good as when the bitter cold is outside your window. It reminds us how much warmer it could be. The night comes quicker. I linger longer. I bundle up in thoughts. Mother natures little way of freezing everything. But there is always a hero in every romantic comedy. Spring will give me the warmth that winter has so carelessly forgotten.  Until then, I will deal with winter, one frigid quiet layered thought at a time. It's bitter cold outside my window. I'm cold.  I'm reminded of how much warmer I could be. 

Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours." ~Robert Byrne

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