Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Cold

Two steps out of the door, and the humidity hits me. The first to absorb its malevolence was my hair—typical. I wanted to run inside, shower again, and come out with an air-conditioned HAZMAT suit.

“You asked for rain,” I said, with a grimace to my roommate.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she said, the guilt suffocating her.

Across seas, men and women are reveling in the colder weather; I long to feel the appropriately-placed chill. I want nothing more than to see my breath reflected in the crisp air, to bundle in a warm jacket, to have a reason to drink hot cocoa—with marshmallows, always with marshmallows. I miss the long days of winter.

I want to feel the depth of cold trickle down my spine, the cold air clear my sinuses, and the warmth of a fireplace. Yet, with the season drawing closer, winter is just a pipe dream the longer I remain here.

4 comments:

  1. I know all about humidity and hair-stupid curly stuff. When it's winter, the days are bittersweetly short, watching the sun along the ridge line. My twisted skeleton does not like the cold, but I really want to go snowshoeing up along the tundra this year.

    Winter is coming. Such is the way. Sooner than we all think, but, maybe, later than we hope...

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  2. Beautifully true.

    Last year, for the first year ever, I was greeted with a Christmas snow in my hometown. I'm praying it happens again.

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  3. I'll tell you what - You take these stinkin MN winters and I will take your warm humid...whatever season you're in :) Deal?? :-D

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  4. If you really want humidity, I'll give you it. it's the worst ever. :(

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