I say ‘I think’ because I’m not so sure I’ll be able to put this new found knowledge to practice next winter, but perhaps I can meditate on my new wisdom and find help.
As you all know, I have found Virginia winters to be very different than Central Coast California winters. I about froze to death my first winter back here. Granted, I was still dressing like I was living in California and have since learned a few tips on survival back here. Still, it’s pretty darn cold when winter strikes. For months on end.
So, when November comes around, I hunker down, get into survival mode and just try to ride out the winter by solemnly focusing on the hope of spring.
A few weeks ago, I was jogging down the street with Gladys in the evening. And I was relishing the fact that it was cool enough to wear a sweatshirt. And I began to reflect. I love heat and sun and warmth and summer. But it was so delightful to take a run on a chilly evening. And I couldn’t believe that spring was around the corner.
And then I started thinking about winter. And how it was basically nonexistent. And how I had only made soup two and a half times. And how astonishing that was. And how I would adore it if that was how every winter was back here.
But that maybe, instead of closing my eyes and gritting my teeth against winter, I should try to be a little more accepting. And enjoy the moments only winter can give.
Moments like these.