winter really isn't the same when you live in a place that doesn't celebrate it. a place where people consistently curse the cold, and then pull out their big ski jackets when the temperatures start to drop below 70.
I am a creature born of cold weather [which is a false statement, considering I was actually born in southern California]. I thrive in cooler temperatures. I love walking outside in the morning and inhaling that glorious brisk feeling into my lungs. it makes me feel more alive. but winter in Alabama is less than satisfactory: either it's too warm [like today], or you're plagued by freezing winds that refuse to quit [like January-April of this past year]. on the rare occasion it snows in the northern parts of the state, the flakes usually melt within minutes of hitting the ground; then you're left to tromp around in slush and muddy grass for days and days and days.
I know unfortunate weather like this is not limited to the South, and I recognize that my memories of growing up in Colorado have become rather romanticized over the years. during the colder months, most of the snow melted fairly quickly, leaving behind countless disgustingly dirty parking lots in its wake. we were just as likely to miss school for horrible windchill as for a snow day. the snow drifts in our driveway once led to getting snowed in for a week, following a huge blizzard that shut everything down. and I always, always hated having to wear snow boots to school and carry a second pair of shoes with me - there's just no good place to leave dirty snow boots during the day. but regardless, I just don't think you can capture the magic of a real winter, complete with real snow and real cold and real icicles dripping from your roof. real red cheeks and runny nose gracing your face when you come indoors. the reality of here, with its grey skies and its dead grass and its buckets of rain, just can't compete.
all of that is to say, winter is making me feel a bit glum this year. the temperature has jumped back into the 70s again, and I just want to cry. 70-some degrees in the summer feels heavenly; 70-some degrees in December is miserably warm. something's not right with this picture.
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