I love winter. I love the snow. I love the white. I love the cold.
I can understand how weather affects people’s moods. I, myself, hate the summer months.
During the summer, I have to deal with the heat and humidity. I sweat like a pig under the hot sun. I wilt in the humidity. I live only for the air-conditioned bliss of “the inside” during those hellish months. Seriously, I believe that’s why when God created Hell, He made it a place of unbelievable heat, fire, and flames. I’m not making light of Hell; I’m just proving the correlation that “hot” can be profoundly unpleasant.
Think about it. Would you rather freeze or burn to death? Hmm. Tough choice. Me? I’ll take that key to the walk-in freezer and settle down for the ultimate long nap.
Summer also brings about the “taking off” phase. People have to take off clothes, wear fewer clothes, to be more comfortable. I, myself, would rather keep it all on. Fewer clothes mean more of me showing, and for now, I think I do society a favor the more clothes I keep on.
In the winter, you get to add clothes! You wear coats, mittens, scarves, and hats. I love adding clothes. Then, I can say, “Hey, I didn’t gain five pounds! That’s just the bulk from my coat!” Even when it’s not.
My grandmother agrees with me. She’s always told me that she loves winter, too. She loves curling up under a blanket with a cup of hot cocoa and watching the snow fall outside the window.
Of course, Grandma doesn’t drive, so that probably has something to do with it.
I drive. And today, we are expecting 3-6 inches of the white stuff to continue falling from this morning to this evening. A lot of the schools are closed. But, unfortunately for me and my co-workers, the Rockford Public Schools are NOT closed. One of the best things about my job is that when the Rockford Public Schools close due to inclement weather, so do we. But this morning, no such luck.
So, I made the trek to work in the barely plowed roads buried in the flurry of drifting and blowing snow. I made it safely, but my morning commute doubled from 30 minutes to an hour. Even after driving on the unplowed roads, almost sliding through an intersection, and being road bullied by truck people with all wheel drive, I still love winter.
I love the refreshing cold snap when I walk outside. I love that my make-up doesn’t slide off my face or my hair go limp like it does in the summer. I love that there are no lawns to mow and no ragweed to make me sneeze like Chihuahua in heat.
I may be in the minority. But I love winter. I love the snow. I love the white. I love the cold.
Bring it on.