Winter.
It's all about the love.
I love it when it's so cold that my eyeballs ache, my fingers bleed, my toes scream, and my member shrivels to an even more pathetic size.
I love wearing so many layers of clothes that if I fell down I wouldn't be able to get up from the shear bulk.
I love it when I enter my car, turn the key and hear a noise that sounds something like please don't start me - please don't start me - leeeeeve me alone!!
I love it when the wind is so fierce that it feels like something is eating my face.
I love driving on black ice that can't be seen until it's too late.
I love it after it snows and the road crews lay down so much salt that my green car turns white with the residue until May.
I love the deserted streets because it's too damned cold for any human to walk them.
And, I love it when people tell me how much they enjoy the clean, fresh air, even when it hurts to even breath!
Oh, yes, I LOVE winter.
That is all.
I thought you were serious at first! I'll take winter (as you've described it) over the soaring hot summers we've been having. Three in a row - all hotter than the one before and all setting records. Thus summer will be the same - we'll be roasting in June. No thanks - give me the winter...
ReplyDeleteI have worked in Point Barrow Alaska (Top of The World) and Sondestrom Greenland. I still will take Tucson (100+)��
ReplyDeleteI do. I am one of those people who would give the world to live in Iceland or a place like Svalbard. Live the Sami reindeer herder life. Full of snow in winter and run about the taiga and the tundra. Immerse myself in hot water pools surrounded by ice. Feeling alive.
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