Friday, November 30, 2007
I used to love winter. Especially during the first couple of years after I moved to DC, I looked forward to winter with great anticipation. I loved the quiet and spaciousness, the open sky, dry air and moody storms that mark the season.
Over time, though, I've become very fond of the buzzy, noisy lushness of summer in the midatlantic. The bugs, birds, flowers, the tree canopy waving back and forth overhead in the breezes, the warmth and long days, thunderstorms - ah yes, I believe I've been converted into a lover of summertime, which might be why I'm feeling a little blue this week.
Fall will continue through Christmas, as it does here. There's plenty of color in the trees that still have leaves, and it's still warm enough to walk around wearing nothing bulkier than a jacket. Some days I also need a scarf. So I shouldn't complain, or maybe I should wait to get my dose of Seasonal Affective Disorder until January when it's really cold and dark.
Or maybe I should chuck my thoughts about how I "should" experience life right now and just let the blues wash over me. Why not? 'Tis the season, after all. Happy weekend, ya'all.