In the bleak midwinter....

I love winter. I love snow. When the forecast for "#SnowlyCow 2011" was for 18-24 inches of snow...that's like 2 feet. I was elated. Things went as planned, we got the snow, we got the blowing. We had drifts up to 3 feet tall, maybe even taller. I went out and shoveled and "snow blowed" multiple times. I was in my glory. My beard froze. I pushed people out of the snow, and helped people shovel. GOOD TIMES. I couldn't leave my 'hood for a day or 2 and I was okay with that. I would sit on my deck and just look at the moonlit blue tinted snow, pure, untouched and I was in awe. The quiet was deafening.

I would take the back roads to work. So much snow had fallen that the roads at places were only one lane wide. The snow was piled higher than my car...and I loved it. The cold air helped awaken me to all that was around me.

But then it got brutally cold. Below zero. Both of my cars needed to be repaired. My bed seemed really big and really cold. Getting up in the morning was a struggle. Is a struggle. Seasonal affective disorder anyone?? I don't know if that's it, but maybe. As I drove around I noticed the snow, the snow that I loved was starting to over take me. I was mad at the snow. I lost shingles in the storm. The snow was getting dirty. The new clean slate of snow that started out to look like the frosting on a cake was turning into a dirty, slushy mess. I didn't like to leave the house.

The 50 degree weather the past 2 days has given me hope. The start of spring training has given me hope. Time with E has given me hope. Spring, hurry up, I miss you.