Snow is a cold burial for the soul. Paralyzing for this California-born person
who had the luxury of visiting the snow in Mammoth or Lake Tahoe with the
purpose to ski and visit grandparents.
Then, had the luxury to LEAVE THE SNOW.
Venna Rose told me one day that the one good thing about not
living in Calfornia is that there are no snow days. I thought she would be a little putt-off if I
told her that earthquakes cause school closure.
Smog days too.
There’s totally a reason that the wicked witch is from the
east coast. People who get more sun are
happier. People who deal with snow all
day long are less happy. It’s where SAD
comes from. I know this because it’s on
the recoding when I’m on phone hold with the doctor: Seasonal Affective Disorder.
You know those people who react to a bitterly cold January
day with, “Well, we only have another month of this and then it’s spring?”
They are LIARS!
There are three seasons in this place, okay.? Spring is not
a season as it applies to weather. Stuff
starts growing again but there’s little going on in terms of drastic weather
changes. While that may be a little bit
of magic, it may also be still rainy and cold.
The other seasons are more legitimate in my opinon.
But to be honest, I never knew what a season was before July
17, 1998 when I moved to New York. So,
it’s an education, this Northeastern life.
There’s an opportunity to get closer with these conversations - there's always something to talk about.
So, go talk amongst yourselves. Warm up. Watch as the landscape is cloaked in Shabby Chic white.
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