Winter

Everyone knows I'm not a winter person. I don't like cold, snow and ice eventually turn to slush, colds and flus abound... and yet...
It snowed here in Asheville the other day, the first time there's been a significant amount that stayed on the ground. And I had all this great memories of Massachusetts, where there really is a Winter. Like getting to wear cozy sweatshirts and hoodies all day. And there's something ruggedly primal and satisfying about wearing boats and a coat so thick your arms don't move properly, and gloves (maybe two pairs), and big clunky boots that almost reach your knee; like Nature tried to keep you down but you are too strong. Or the sound of plows scraping and roaring along the roads at 2am, so you wake up a little and know that you are safe and looked after, and go back to sleep snuggled under the blanket. Or the look of a fresh snowfall, with flakes still fluttering down onto the trees lining the Housatonic River, that makes everything look sparkling and clean and start-over-able.
As much as I complain about winter, there are some parts I enjoy, and parts that I miss.....
But not enough to move back up north!!!