In the South, it’s rare to see winter weather. If it’s below freezing, it’s usually clear; seldom do we see snow. One or two days a season – if we’re lucky.
For the first 30 years of my life, I lived in the North where snow, cold, ice and all things winter are the norm. I confess that I miss it terribly; I’ve always been a winter person. Someday I will return to live in a place where winters actually feel like winter. Where I can ski and snowshoe, fish through a hole in the ice, watch the snow fall, and feel the cold air on my face.
For now, at home, I take a walk out behind our house and rejoice in the rare beauty of this day – this one day where it feels like winter … a wonderful surprise.
