As a long time Michigan native, the weather recently has been no shock. Our near-record highs have been absolutely wonderful, but really not all that unusual. This glorious warm-up, though a pure blessing, has created a terrible monster of me. I refuse to succumb to the winter coat. I deny my warm wooly hat, gloves, and scarf to laugh in the face of the cold old man winter as he approaches quickly upon us all. Maybe I’m putting way too much faith in my overestimated and overstrained immune system, but the resistance of a winter coat in a Michigan mid-November really has a thrilling aspect to it. How many people can flaunt that they can withstand the weather in Michigan, where it typically snows six months of the year, without their winter coat in the middle of November?
But, for as much fun as this weather is creating for me, there is a growing pain within me. All of the trees have spilled their leaves and I am the one left crying over these spilled leaves. The sun shines less and the clouds loom over our bustling heads. As many people scurry about, I’m found within the crowd with my face turned to the sky, longing for my light to return. The next couple of months will bring less smiling and laughter from me, as I have never adapted well to the gray and white monochromatic landscape of winter. Where winter will make most people upset over temperatures, winter will make me upset in general, with no scapegoat to point to. When the snow begins falling this year (and actually sticks to the ground), I will be counting the days to spring, but until then I’ll be found wearing a frown for a greater portion of the day. Winter, you’re giving me wrinkles.
But, for as much fun as this weather is creating for me, there is a growing pain within me. All of the trees have spilled their leaves and I am the one left crying over these spilled leaves. The sun shines less and the clouds loom over our bustling heads. As many people scurry about, I’m found within the crowd with my face turned to the sky, longing for my light to return. The next couple of months will bring less smiling and laughter from me, as I have never adapted well to the gray and white monochromatic landscape of winter. Where winter will make most people upset over temperatures, winter will make me upset in general, with no scapegoat to point to. When the snow begins falling this year (and actually sticks to the ground), I will be counting the days to spring, but until then I’ll be found wearing a frown for a greater portion of the day. Winter, you’re giving me wrinkles.
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