It snowed two inches this morning, and it’s still snowing, at least a little, but already what’s on the ground has started melting. I can hear the irregular drip of runoff and the swoosh of cars passing on the wet street.
People complain about weather like this, but I love it: the invigorating bite of cold against my cheeks, the crunch of snow beneath my boots, the gray sky that invites contemplation. Today is the kind of day that begs you to stay inside, wrapped up in a blanket, and read a book with a steaming cup of tea (or coffee, or hot chocolate, or even a hot toddy) by your side.
One reason people complain, I know, is because we are all forced out into the cold, forced to drive on icy roads, forced to work eight-hour or longer days, when Mother Nature is telling us to rest and travel inwards.
I wish we lived in a society allowed its members to look outside, take stock of the conditions, and decide whether or not it’s worth venturing out (at least for those performing non-essential work). But we don’t, and unless our economy changes drastically I don’t see that happening.
Just because I have to go to work every day, even when the roads are bad, doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of winter’s gifts. It just means I have to work contemplation and playing in the snow with my dogs around my normal schedule—at least until I become a rich and famous author.
Because I have daily migraines, I need more down time than those who are healthy. I’ve struggled to accept that I can’t do as much as I could before I started having migraines every day, but the quiet of winter helps me take the rest I need.
And by aiming to become a full-time creative writer, I’m slowly building the life I want—the kind of life that allows me to respond to the weather and listen to my body when it tells me I need a day off.
How do you handle winter? Do you have seasonal affective disorder, or does cold air make you feel alive? Do you love snow? Hate it? Share your favorite or least favorite aspects of winter in the comments!