Does anyone remember what it’s like to feel warmth? Or what it’s like to see things in bloom? I am suddenly having all sorts of trouble remembering what a season other than mother effing freezing (otherwise known as the most miserable North Carolina winter I can remember) feels like.
The other day, my dad, brother and I were reminiscing about all the long summer days we spent tooling around on the boat, fishing different spots, and me finding the perfect laying-out spot on the bow. Leisurely cruising through the sound at dusk while dolphins (!!) swam in front of and behind us. I looked at pictures of when we first got the boat last summer and saw in the background: TREES WITH LEAVES. I had forgotten that even happened!! Things will bloom again? Breezes will be warm and embracing instead of brutally slicing through my heavy North Face coat at 7 am when I take my dog out? I might someday be able to take said dog out wearing rainbows?? Shorts, even?? WHAT’S THAT YOU SAY? THERE IS A TIME OF YEAR WHERE I CAN LEAVE THE HOUSE BARE-LEGGED IN A SHORT, FLOWY DRESS??
Surely, you jest. I don’t beleive anyone who tells me that “spring is on the way” anymore. This winter has completely shattered my beleif in the possibility of different seasons. I feel as though I’m eternally stuck in this hellacious ice age with no hope of warmth. Ever. I have been cold since October. The snow was fun, once. But I’m officially miserable. I hope I’m wrong.
