Winters
My winters, for as far back as I can remember, have always been covered in snow, surrounded by cold. I have the best memories of the cold and the snow and the ice.
When I was very young my father made a pond, for my sister and I to skate on. And when I was a bit older, just a bit, my friends and I would build snow forts in the drifts near my long, rocky driveway. I gave Autumn her first taste of 'real' hot cocoa. We would go sledding down the hill near her rented apartment. And we would come in soaking wet and freezing.
There was a weekend, just a few years ago, when Kelly, Lu, Trodayne and I got snowed in. Well, Trodayne and I got snowed in at his apartment. And Kelly and Lu were up at Aunt Yvonne's. So Trodayne and I bundled up in layers of clothing and hiked it up the snowy, slippery street to Aunt Yvonne's. We snuggled onto the couches, under blankets. We stayed up all night watching TV, playing video games, and then playing some silly werewolf RPG. In the morning Kelly and I walked through the snow to get food from the gas station. It was great fun.
Thinking of the snow and winter leads to spring. I miss the wet of spring, the dark mud coming up just before the green grass starts again. I miss seasons.
Today it is like a fierce pull in my stomach. I want winter. I want snow. I want cold. I miss it all so much.
I want to know that Spring is around the corner.
Sometimes it's the sense of seasons, the way the weather felt on a particular day that pulls at me. I miss nature.
When I was very young my father made a pond, for my sister and I to skate on. And when I was a bit older, just a bit, my friends and I would build snow forts in the drifts near my long, rocky driveway. I gave Autumn her first taste of 'real' hot cocoa. We would go sledding down the hill near her rented apartment. And we would come in soaking wet and freezing.
There was a weekend, just a few years ago, when Kelly, Lu, Trodayne and I got snowed in. Well, Trodayne and I got snowed in at his apartment. And Kelly and Lu were up at Aunt Yvonne's. So Trodayne and I bundled up in layers of clothing and hiked it up the snowy, slippery street to Aunt Yvonne's. We snuggled onto the couches, under blankets. We stayed up all night watching TV, playing video games, and then playing some silly werewolf RPG. In the morning Kelly and I walked through the snow to get food from the gas station. It was great fun.
Thinking of the snow and winter leads to spring. I miss the wet of spring, the dark mud coming up just before the green grass starts again. I miss seasons.
Today it is like a fierce pull in my stomach. I want winter. I want snow. I want cold. I miss it all so much.
I want to know that Spring is around the corner.
Sometimes it's the sense of seasons, the way the weather felt on a particular day that pulls at me. I miss nature.