Winter was a nemesis of mine for many years. The grey skies, the cool air, and the white stuff that came and went made me go a little bit dark. Taking up skiing last year helped to keep the darkness at bay. Being above the clouds is a little bit magical. Learning how to turn and to carve and to take risks (like taking harder runs that I think I am prepared for) has made me feel stronger than anything that Old Man Winter can throw my way. (I still get a bit grey, but not black. I call that a win.)
That said, summer will forever be my favorite season. Clear blue skies, blazing sunshine, and a garden full of everything from herbs to tomatoes to corn. There are daily trips to the lake and so much sand in places where it shouldn’t be. There are those few days/weeks where it’s so hot that you wear as little as possible without being indecent and you take a cold shower and then lay under a ceiling fan in the hopes that you will be cooled off enough to sleep.
Somewhere in the middle is the place we’re in right now. We’re skiing under blue skies and it’s getting so mild that we’re wearing less layers and taking off our gloves as we ride up the chair lift because we’re overheating. The sun at home is getting stronger by the day and the snow is (mostly) melted. You can feel the heat emanating from that yellow orb in the sky and it makes you stop, face it, and soak the warmth into your skin. You can go outside without a jacket and swing on swings and laugh until your belly hurts.
I may have made peace with winter, but spring is here and summer is right around the bend. I can’t hardly wait.