Blog Every Day in January: An Ode to Winter

I don't mind sharing my car with the frost.

Or my boots with the salt.

Or my Sunday with the snow. 

I love the way a fresh snowfall makes the sky seem illuminated long after sunset.

The city view through the thin, barren, forest branches that we miss when the trees are lush with leaves.

I even love the smell of it occasionally, and the quiet winter brings.

I appreciate living somewhere that gets to participate in a true winter. I feel proud of it, shoveling hour after hour, because it makes me feel resilient. We deal with months of frozen cars and endless shoveling and treacherous commutes, but when it finally melts at the end of March, we get our spring.

You couldn't possibly understand what that first gorgeous spring day can do to people unless you've just been through a bitter winter. It makes a romantic out of everyone. And we cherish it, because our summers and winters seem to last forever, but spring and fall are fleeting. And for that, they are precious.

(Photos from our snow day last Monday)

(Yes, that thermostat does read -21!)