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It's snowing outside, the first snow of the winter. It has been since 1:30 or so, but only lightly, and I think it may have paused for a while midafternoon; at any rate, it's coming down so lightly, in such tiny flakes, that I have to check to make sure it really is. It is, though, and I'm heartened every time I confirm that.
I know that for some people, this isn't good. There are people with power still out; there are people with flooded basements that freezing won't help; there are homeless people or people who can barely afford fuel for whom a cold snap is never good news. But I'm going to be selfishly joyful anyway.
I love snow. I love winter. I've never had SAD; I've got almost the opposite, if such a thing exists. Bright sunny days make my eyes hurt, and give me headaches if I'm not careful, and the summer saps me of energy. (I realized it had turned into fall for real on the first 60 degree day, when I came home and cooked three separate things and did all the dishes and tidied up my room to boot, because I had such a rush of energy from the cool weather.) I love grey days, overcast days, rain and snow, and the kind of 'sunny' day where clouds unfurl across the sun and at least half the sky. Walking weather, sweater weather, coats and scarves weather. If I had my way, I'd live with eight months of fall (late spring also acceptable), three months of winter, and one of summer to provide variety and remind me why I like the other eleven.
So tonight, I've sequestered myself in our front room by a window, where I can look out and see the snow. I have hot chocolate (with frangelico for flavor) at my elbow and a grilled cheese inside me (which may acquire a companion soon), and I am well pleased with life. I hope you all are likewise content!
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I know that for some people, this isn't good. There are people with power still out; there are people with flooded basements that freezing won't help; there are homeless people or people who can barely afford fuel for whom a cold snap is never good news. But I'm going to be selfishly joyful anyway.
I love snow. I love winter. I've never had SAD; I've got almost the opposite, if such a thing exists. Bright sunny days make my eyes hurt, and give me headaches if I'm not careful, and the summer saps me of energy. (I realized it had turned into fall for real on the first 60 degree day, when I came home and cooked three separate things and did all the dishes and tidied up my room to boot, because I had such a rush of energy from the cool weather.) I love grey days, overcast days, rain and snow, and the kind of 'sunny' day where clouds unfurl across the sun and at least half the sky. Walking weather, sweater weather, coats and scarves weather. If I had my way, I'd live with eight months of fall (late spring also acceptable), three months of winter, and one of summer to provide variety and remind me why I like the other eleven.
So tonight, I've sequestered myself in our front room by a window, where I can look out and see the snow. I have hot chocolate (with frangelico for flavor) at my elbow and a grilled cheese inside me (which may acquire a companion soon), and I am well pleased with life. I hope you all are likewise content!
This entry is also posted at http://genarti.dreamwidth.org/151018.html. You can comment on LJ or DW, whichever you like.
comments at DW.