The short days and below freezing temperatures are not the best times during winter. Although it brings beautiful snow, before the dirt gets to it, and clear skies at times; winter is like that distant relative that shows up when you’re not ready.
This winter was the most brutal; pipes bursting, slippery black ice and frost bitten hands. “This is nothing,” exclaims native New Yorkers. I listen to stories about “how it was always this cold in my time” and comments such as “you’ll get used to it.”
I don’t think I will ever get used to this type of cold. Bone-chilling, breath snatching cold. My first winter was not as bad, this being my third winter, it has gotten worse. I enjoy a good clear sky with the sun beaming down, but if that means I must rush to get to where I’m going, I can do without.
I don’t want to speak I’ll of winter, but sometimes it is persistent on making the layers of clothing increase. No, I don’t want to speak I’ll of winter, but winter does not seem to know when to let go.
When spring finally came around, I rejoiced like many others tired of winters firm grip. Birds sing a more upbeat tune and squirrels play as they did before the breeze turned into a cold chill.
Winter came through and made a mark on everyone and everything it touched. Let us remember that winter is always around the corner and soon enough it will come back like a dear friend none of us wants.