Wednesday, November 16, 2005
cursing my name
Nina over at the ocean has sent out a challenge for those of us who love the change of season from "nice to awful" (as she says) to prove our love. I don't know how to prove it, but I know that the shift to cold weather lifted my spirits today.
A woman I work with told me she woke up this morning "cursing my name." I found that kind of harsh, but whatever. Why? Because I love the cold, the barren trees, and even snow. I even love the kind of snow we are having today- drifty and crispy in the cold, cold air. I was couldn't help but smile today as my face felt all frosty at the bus stop. I stood at the front window of Bascom Hall for a while more than content with the snow falling on trees that still had orange leaves. I know, I am not in the majority. I might even be totally nuts.
I don't love summer. I really hate the heat. It makes me feel sick- frantic, not hungry etc... There is an episode of the Twilight Zone were the temperature of the world is rising rapidly, and people are trapped, stifling, dying from the heat. That terrifying- one of the most terrifying things I can think of (next to the episode with the man who loves to read but can't find time, survives the end of the world, finds a libary, is thrilled with having all the time in the world to read, and then shatters his thick glasses).
posted by knit wit | 11/16/2005 06:49:00 PM