It has been winter, my most silent season.
I am not a fan of cold weather, my four years in New Hampshire and five in Chicago notwithstanding. Winter is the time of short dark days and old hard anniversaries, the time when it seems people are more likely to turn in and turn away. Being cold is such a functional metaphor for me: I am more likely to freeze in place, to become frosty in a moment, to hunker down and pull the blankets over my head, to breathe more shallowly.
Cold is a meta-metaphor! Oh my, and see what happens? Spring arrives and I get punchy.
And in fact, yesterday, spring sprung. Of course we have sunny days in winter, but they’re, you know, cold… And then came yesterday, and the well of sun on our kitchen deck filled with light warm enough to sit in for a half hour. And so I did. I edited my current Sterling Editing project (*waves at client — it’s all going fine!*) and drank a lovely cup of tea and listened to birdsong in the ravine.
Blankets off. My internet door is open. I hope all is well with you whether you are coming or going from winter to summer, and that you enjoy your day at whatever temperature you may find it.
I can’t bear the cold… You are correct about it being the “meta metaphor”. Very clever indeed. 😀
March lurched through some bizarre weather, mostly on the cool to cold side. We had a few days in the 60s and 70s but then it actually frakkin snowed!
This weekend, however, we have turned on the air conditioner. It hit the mid 80s, which isn’t really that big a deal, but it came after a week of 30s and 40s, so it was a shock. A nice shock, but still.
And we took the lawn chairs out of the garage and Donna did her annual garden shop run and planted rows of new flowers (she’s still doing that out in front) and the sky has that blue unique to Not Winter and I just finished a big honkin’ re-write and I’m wearing SHORTS today and….
Yeah, warmth. Warm. There’s a reason some of the coolest things are called Hot.