The past few days have left me feeling like I have somehow stopped living in Michigan and started living somewhere akin to Alaska. That pretty snow covered photo over there to the left? Yeah, that sucker is a pipe dream, because it has sunshine in it, and we haven't seen much of that in conjunction with this latest snow storm. All in all, the snow isn't that big a deal. Sure, it's inconvenient and it makes your commute to work a bit of a pain, and there's that whole "I have to shovel this crap" element to it, but I don't mind snow. I actually kind of like how pretty it can be. What I hate is cold. Blistering, biting, gnawing cold. The kind of cold that stings as it touches your skin, and frosts your lungs over for having the audacity to attempt to breathe in. It's the cold that I have a hard time with. I tend to be on permanent freeze between November and May, where no matter how hard I try, warming up is never quite achieved. I usually ignore it, since there's no getting around it, but today it's several degrees below zero and the wind is brutal, and I can't help wishing that we could just edge up to 30 degrees again. At this point, it would be a treat.
So we have snow. We had snow to usher in the New Year, and I imagine we'll have snow for months to come. It makes me appreciate Spring a bit more, to be honest. When we have mild winters, I just begin to take Spring for granted. Now I think I'll be looking forward to it, and that will be nice. Just about two more months before we can start having some hope that we'll thaw out of all of this. Is it just me, or did fall go by very fast this year?