We got a bit of a snowstorm over the weekend. The roads are slick and the temperature is close to zero. About two inches fell, but the snow drifts are deeper.
I remember as a kid how much I loved going out in the snow to play. We’d go sledding and have snowball fights and build snowmen. We attempted to build an igloo one year and it failed miserably. I could say I miss the days when I enjoyed this weather, but it would be a lie.
I don’t know what happened between my childhood years and adulthood to make me hate the cold weather and snow as much as I do. I find myself yearning for longer days and warmer nights. I can’t wait to go outside and not worry about freezing or dressing in a million layers to keep warm.
Spring will come soon. The grass will be green again. The seasons will go through their changes and in a year from now I’ll complain about the same cold and the same snow. It’s a never ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.