The Only Good Things About Winter
Since winter's hanging around for a couple more days, I have to be honest and say that I really used to enjoy it. I liked the raw aspect of it; the thought that just by going outside unadorned, nature would wear you down and kill you in a matter of minutes without prejudice or passion; maybe it was that it reminded me "Dude - you're little."
I guess I don't need to be reminded of that anymore. I know it quite well. That said, I'm ready for winter to be done forever. If I never see snow again, that'll be fine with me. If it never dips below fifty degrees in my lifetime, well, great. There are, however, three, and only three things, that I like about winter that you can't get anywhere else.
- The quality of the silence in the country after a foot of snow has just fallen.
- Salting sidewalks that are covered with a plate of ice; the popping sound the ice makes as it starts to melt.
- Watching the girls play in the snow.
Okay, 3.5: skiing. I haven't skied in almost eight years, though, so it only gets half a point. Other than those three (and a half) things, winter can just stop. Or, we could move. Dad's hinted that they might move to a year-round warm water port city for sailing when they retire, so hmmm...