…how I haven’t really missed you. I could have been perfectly content to have you stay far away until, oh I don’t know, maybe next December. But no, you had to show up over night here in Indiana and make my morning more than a little uncomfortable. You decided to visit us with your freezing rain, covering the sidewalks,
and even my car. How I’m sure you laughed as I struggled (and failed) to get into my car in the dark early morning hours. How funny you must have thought it to be to watch me using a hammer to crack the ice around the door after I came home from work. I’m sure you chuckled while watching me slip on the sheet of ice as I feverishly worked to break through the layer of ice covering all of the car windows. Oh yes, laugh while you can, you evil-hearted witch…your days are numbered. In fact, your hours are numbered as the temps rise into the 50s tomorrow and all signs of you melt away. How that warms my heart. And if you forget all about us for the remainder of January and February, it won’t upset me at all.
To give you credit, winter, you did provide some beauty amongst the misery…
I suppose, as in much of life, beauty often hides behind the discomfort, only making itself known when we take the time to really see what is before us.