A fresh start.
From where I sit, looking out my kitchen window, everything looks still. The sun is out and snow has yet to begin falling today. For all accounts, this is a great start to any Sunday.
I'm sure that the moment I step outside I'll be greeted with a wave of cold air that will not only take my breath away but freeze the hairs of my mustache. But, from my view, I can only dream that spring is right around the corner; and this ice covered nightmare that we've been existing in for the past month or so will soon be over.
Upon checking the weather, I learn that it is 19 degrees and the highest the temperature will reach for the day is predicted to not even hit the freezing point. But somehow, the idea of it being a high of 28 degrees seems like a little victory.
The sun is warm enough to make even the mighty icicles that hang from our poorly insulated roof melt. Beads of water are pouring off of what has served as makeshift prison bars for our windows for the past few months are slowly vanishing and some even crack and fall to the snow banks below. The sight of this is always amusing to me. When walking by our house it seems as if some monster has been buried under the snow and only it's spiky armor is showing. It reminds me of being a child. Always trying to find the largest icicle to play with. Pretending it was a sword and fighting off bad guys or simply trying to defend myself from my brothers wrath. But, they would quickly break upon contact and a new game would begin.
It's mornings like this, the quiet ones that make me love the Winter. The silence of it, especially at night is probably my favorite thing about it. I'll miss that when it's gone. Even though it has been a long and tiring season it's easy to forget the magic of it all. How excited you are for the first few flakes, is soon replaced by the misery of months and months of everything being covered in a blanket of white.
I await spring with open arms. I'm ready for things to be green again. I'm ready for all the sounds that come along with the changing of seasons. I await the rains and flowers that they'll bring. I await the city coming back to life and being able to enjoy being outside for longer than it takes to run to or from the car.
I am lucky to live where I do. I am lucky to be able to witness four very distinct seasons and the differences they bring to my city. The change they have over not only the landscape but the people is amazing. Every year is different. Some better, some worse. But always unique and brilliant.
I'm sure that the moment I step outside I'll be greeted with a wave of cold air that will not only take my breath away but freeze the hairs of my mustache. But, from my view, I can only dream that spring is right around the corner; and this ice covered nightmare that we've been existing in for the past month or so will soon be over.
Upon checking the weather, I learn that it is 19 degrees and the highest the temperature will reach for the day is predicted to not even hit the freezing point. But somehow, the idea of it being a high of 28 degrees seems like a little victory.
The sun is warm enough to make even the mighty icicles that hang from our poorly insulated roof melt. Beads of water are pouring off of what has served as makeshift prison bars for our windows for the past few months are slowly vanishing and some even crack and fall to the snow banks below. The sight of this is always amusing to me. When walking by our house it seems as if some monster has been buried under the snow and only it's spiky armor is showing. It reminds me of being a child. Always trying to find the largest icicle to play with. Pretending it was a sword and fighting off bad guys or simply trying to defend myself from my brothers wrath. But, they would quickly break upon contact and a new game would begin.
It's mornings like this, the quiet ones that make me love the Winter. The silence of it, especially at night is probably my favorite thing about it. I'll miss that when it's gone. Even though it has been a long and tiring season it's easy to forget the magic of it all. How excited you are for the first few flakes, is soon replaced by the misery of months and months of everything being covered in a blanket of white.
I await spring with open arms. I'm ready for things to be green again. I'm ready for all the sounds that come along with the changing of seasons. I await the rains and flowers that they'll bring. I await the city coming back to life and being able to enjoy being outside for longer than it takes to run to or from the car.
I am lucky to live where I do. I am lucky to be able to witness four very distinct seasons and the differences they bring to my city. The change they have over not only the landscape but the people is amazing. Every year is different. Some better, some worse. But always unique and brilliant.