i’ll admit that texas is maniacal in its seasonal changes. one day you’re sweating through your jockeys, the next there’s talk of freezing rain, which indefinitely shuts down the city — until tomorrow when the next wave of heat sends our A/Cs into panic. i lived with such weather madness for 28 years, and like everyone says, you get used to it. (you never really get used to 100º with 100% humidity, but you do learn to adapt — ie, make friends with someone who owns a pool.)
so when i moved here 3 years ago and met the season most folks know as fall, i was convinced i could live here forever. crisp cool breeze, open windows, comforting smells of a burning fire, scarves, coats and leaves that change from green to vibrant oranges, deep reds and shocking yellows, instead of straight up dead brown. it’s beautiful, really. like nothing i’ve ever seen.
[there were better pictures to be taken, i’m sure. like my friend, jess, suggested, i should’ve gone to yaddo, but time is against me. the leaves are falling more and more and sunny days like today have been few and far between, so my neighborhood was cast, instead.]
but wait. what’s this? snow. tons and tons and tons of it. (ok. perhaps “tons” is a bit of an exaggeration.) winter rears its ugly head and what tags along? air so cold you can feel it slicing through your skin. wind that instantaneously reddens your extremities. sundown at 5 p.m. snowbanks so high you cross your fingers at every intersection. waking up early to brush/scrape snow/ice off the car. snow boots instead of high heels. gloves. double, triple layers. UGH. i changed my mind about living here forever.
then april/may rolls around and spring finally arrives. the snow melts. it rains. a lot. the air brings promise of flip flops, shorts, better skin and i begin to smile again. i begin to see just why i live here. we plow — literally — through winter then reward ourselves with summer.
and so this year, i’m making a promise to myself. just like we find ways in texas to adapt to the miserable heat, i’ll find ways to enjoy the winter. i’ll make plans that don’t involve staring at my TV in a depressed state of winter funk. i’ll write. i’ll read. i’ll have snowball fights. i’ll sled. i’ll tube. i’ll even snowshoe. but i won’t ski. i’ll gladly wait at the bottom of the mountain in a cozy lodge beside the fire with a glass of wine, some good grub and leo (can he come, too?), but i won’t tempt fate by flying down a mountain. (i will, however, jump out of a perfectly good airplane. void of logic, i know.)