If It's Winter
I’m basically cold from October until May (and most evenings in the summer). It’s just me. I wear sweaters and wool socks in July and bring blankets to the beach. Whatever. It’s exhausting – always trying to keep warm. But none of it matters when it snows. Soft, quiet, lovely snow.
Everything stops. That, I know, is what kills most people. But it’s what I love the most. No, strike that. What I love the most is how muffled everything gets.
And how it feels to come inside after playing in it. Cheeks all burning with cold and body all warm with exercise. I never love my house more than when I’m in it during a storm. And the kids. Their excitement is contagious.
They’re calling for more later this week. I say, if it has to be winter, bring it on.