If you know anything about me, it’s that I don’t like the cold. Every winter reinforces my reasons without fail:
- It’s cold.
- It’s dry, so much that my skin cracks, especially lips and hands.
- Wet socks.
- Wet cold that seeps into bones and actively dampens any flickering hope of body heat.
- Static and static-related issues, like clinging fabric and shocks.
- Incessant Christmas music (though it’s not actually been so incessant this year…)
- Fewer daylight hours/more hours of darkness.
- Scraping frost/snow off the car before leaving for work.
- Still having to go to work when it snows.
- Less time outside. Rather, less pleasant outside time.
- Cold fingers and toes, even after spending hours inside.
- Winter wind that STABS YOU IN THE EYEBALLS!
Essentially, the cold and darkness invades the land, stealing away my comfort and light. And unfortunately, I am a bit of an outlier in how much I prefer heat. Days above 80 degrees are my cup of tea. I bask in the way the warmth and the light convalesce into waves that ripple against my skin. In winter, everyone else makes do with sweaters and having the heat set to ~70 degrees. To be reasonable, to save my heat bill, and to try to be conscientious of my energy consumption, I keep my thermostat at 72, or 73 if I’m feeling interminably chilled. Oh, but I wish I could set it at 78…
For a span of about five months, there is always a part of me that is cold. Right now, as I’m writing this post, it feels like my feet are encased in ice blocks. I can’t actually feel my toes. And I’m inside a building. Have been for the past hour. I just had soup that my beautiful Megan procured for me. I’m drinking smooth, warm coffee that tastes like gingerbread and joy. And I’m. Still. Cold.
Winter and I, we’re not bosom buddies.
That being said, I do believe in the necessity and the beauty of winter, so occasionally I try to reflect on the positive merits of winter.
- Warm soup and hot coffee, particularly pumpkin spice and gingerbread lattes, seasonal specialties that need the cold to be truly appreciated.
- Comfy sweaters, scarves, and other snuggly clothing items.
Cute boots.What am I talking about? I wear boots year round. Because I’m rarely over-warm.
- Cuddling with people (and they don’t get overheated and run away before I’m done).
- Snuggling under blankets.
- Snuggling under blankets with hot cocoa or tea and a book.
- Holiday lights and Christmas displays.
- Time off from work.
- Picking out a Christmas tree and decorating it with my family.
- Spending quality time with my loved ones.
- Carefully selecting gifts that convey my appreciation and admiration, and the excitement of the exchange.
- Bundling up with loved ones, laying out on a grassy lawn, and staring up at the stars on a clear night – the cold seems to sharpen the starlight, make the sky seem like a deep well full of glittering plasma flecks.
I’m noticing a trend.
All the things I appreciate about winter are all the things I love about summer. Heat. Light.
I would call this an unsuccessful, though illuminating exercise.