Things recently have felt unreal, truth be told. This unreality might have something to do with the time of year. It is supposed to be cloudy, grey, and overbearing. I'm supposed to lose myself in the stark harsh mistress of winter, truth be told. Bury my self in her white cloak while my breath escapes through the angel my body left in the ground.
Except, there hasn't been any real snow. It's been a protracted Fall bleeding into what will be a early Spring. Groundhog be damned! Truth be told, I miss the Winter. It gets a bum rap. Anyone old enough to work views it as a hazard or pain. Others see it only as the long dark before spring; a mirthless time. I don't disagree with them. Not outwardly at least. A part of me does miss it though. The sharp sting to the skin. A burning in my asthmatic lungs.
When I thought no one was looking i'd walk out into those frozen nights of years past and sit down by the river reveling in the reflection of light off the Ohio's murky, disgusting waters. On those frigid nights with the water moving along like tar I would fantasize about wading out as far as I could go. I knew i would probably freeze so I stayed firmly planted on the bench by the gazebo where I would propose.
Those were funny nights. Truth be told.
Which land is stranger? The one I hail from or the one I've moved to? You decide, as I write about my experiences in Great Britain.
i miss winter too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I miss real winter. Blizzards with snow so high I have to walk like one stop motion animated. I miss playing in the snow with you. I like soup. AND a variety of toasty beverages. We'll have lots more winter though (probably). Perhaps this is just a little present from Ohio. :)
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