I live in Alabama where winter, in the truest sense of the word, doesn’t really happen much. I mean, sure, we have a dreary season after Christmas when it gets a little gloomy and cold enough to put on a coat (which, for the record, is hard enough for this southern girl), but relatively speaking our winters are the sort that make Minnesota folk roll their eyes…which is absolutely fine by me by the way. Roll ‘em, suckers. I’ll just be over here NOT digging my car out of a snow bank.
But this year has been a little different. This winter was grotesque. It has been bitterly cold, sometimes icy and consistently miserable. I’m not kidding when I say portions of the state literally shut down for almost an entire week because of it…which probably means Minnesotans are still rolling their eyes but for different reasons, but whatever. Parenthetically, I really don’t know how you northern people do winters much worse than this on an annual basis. What makes you stay? I’m totally serious because the word “uninhabitable” comes to mind. Y’all know you can leave and head south, right? *serious face*
Anyway, after such a nasty couple of months, thanks be to God, this weekend has been balmy, sunny, almost 80 degrees and pretty much perfection. This is the time of year that I typically get annoyingly giddy about the change of the seasons so you can probably imagine my mood this particular balmy Sunday after this particular winter. I took my book outside by the pool and read and when I came back in and noticed the faint tan lines on my shoulders from my tank top I almost shed a tear of joy.
And as I was reveling in the lazy, almost tropical kinda’ Sunday sunshine, I was thinking about how it is sometimes hard to remember the balmy feeling of an 76 degree moment on a Sunday afternoon when you’re right in the thick of a relentless February cold snap and maybe that’s why every spring when the sun and the warmth returns and wraps you up in itself it just feels kind of miraculous and fresh and exciting every. single. year.
And as a result I wonder if people who live in eternally balmy places can even really even appreciate the warmth at all.
It hardly takes a sage to recognize that there’s a life metaphor in there y’all.
I think I’ll go back out, stretch back out in the lounge chair and roll around in my gratitude a little bit longer.