Winter and I are Not the Best of Friends

The sky today is uniformly gray.  Skeleton trees assembled along the streets of town look as rigid as soldiers standing inspection.  Icy winds swept through last night leaving frigid temperatures to invade personal spaces wherever they can force an entry.  I long for warm weather and sunshine.

Would I rather be snug in a warm cocoon and simply wait out the cold?  No, I want to be active, just active in a warmer climate.  Since I cannot transport myself to said climate, I am forced to struggle through the cold and the grayness.  I know the season will change…eventually.  But it seems like such a long time away.  I long for warm weather and sunshine.

The Winter Blahs

Well, folks, it’s winter. Winter and I are not the best of friends. I don’t like the skeleton trees or the cold. I hate the short daylight hours and the insipid grey days. Sometimes it’s even difficult to think.

When it seems like there is not enough time for everything in the summer, I think that in the winter I can do more; especially since then there are no outdoor summer chores that need to be done. And then winter comes and I realize once again…