Winter

The winter is a bleak and dreary time for me. I am a desert rat, born under the rays of the Southwest sun. For over twenty years, I have lived in the north tundra and  still have a hard time with the winter. You would think that I would be used to it by now. I am not nor I ever will be. I long for the heat of summer. To sit at the pool and soak in the warmth of the hot sun.  To drink a cool iced tea and read a good book.  To be outside without four layers suffocating .  The snowy landscape can be serene at times, but it does wear on the soul after the scene is replayed day in and day out.  Even when the sun is out, the brightness against the snow and frost seems to only put an extra bite into the air.  Sometimes I wonder why I have endured this arctic arena for so long. The tradeoff- the summer here in the hills. And so I press on, wrapped and bundled, knowing that the mercury will eventually rise and so will my spirits.

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