Last year, when winter failed to arrive, I worried. I worried about global warming, about my not-as-fuel-efficient-as-it-could-be car, about my less than stellar recycling efforts…
I worried winter would never return.
That we had entered the beginning of the end (not in a religious sense. Just in an environmental sense).
I even found myself wishing for snow.
Well, guess what? Winter remembered where it lives this year. We’ve had snow, freezing cold temperatures, and day after day of gray, sunless days.
And now I remember how much I hate winter.
I really, really hate it.
It saps the energy from my bones. The happiness from my day. And the words from my brain.
Did I mention I hate winter?
I’d be happy to hibernate until spring, but unfortunately, humans aren’t wired that way.
So instead I’ll whine and moan and groan the days away. And eventually? Spring will come again.