Yes, it may be brutally cold and relentlessly grey, but we’re halfway to spring. And I suppose that is true, but the thing is, it’s not really spring that I’m craving.
I’m not even craving a trip south to warm weather. I know, who am I even?
It feels weird to say this, but what I’m craving is enjoyable winter.
What’s my winter ideal? Sunny, -5, and snowy. That weather, of which we’ve had none so far, is perfect for hiking, dog walking, snow shoeing, cross country skiing, and fat biking.
All of the photos accompanying this post are from sunny winters past.
This very, very grey frigid gloom might be our new climate norm, and I know there are bigger, scarier reasons to care about that, but right now, I’m just desperately missing the bright sun on the white snow.
How’s your winter going, if it’s winter where you are?
An aside: I just had some Australian relatives visiting, and I’m very aware that it’s not winter everywhere.
