Learn about the cold time between the equinoxes and the trials of moving about in winter weather
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| Sweaters |
| "Ugh," I say as I look into the coat closet. I grab my leather jacket and haul it on over my bulky wool sweater, knowing I will want to take it off about ten minutes into my commute to work at the community college. I put on my gloves and fumble with the lock on the door. "Come on," I grumble. |
| "Turn already." It finally does, and I slam the door shut, heading out to the car. I turn the key in the lock and pull. Nothing happens. "Great," I say. "Just terrific." I open the trunk and take out a can of deicer. I spray it into the lock and try the key again. It turns. |
| I get in and start the car, shivering as the heat struggles to come on. |
| The road is nearly deserted as I drive through the mostly melted snow. |
| Smoke pours out of a chimney, and I stare longingly at it, wishing I could be curled up next to a fire with a book instead of out here on the road, going in to work. "Ugh," I say. |
| By mid-February, the novelty of having an actual winter has worn off, and my ingrained, Southern California girl reappears with a vengeance. I long for seventy-five degree February days at the beach, sipping a coffee at an outdoor restaurant patio on the boardwalk, and watching the surfers chase the perfect wave. I crave the feeling of sand between my toes every time I pull on boots over heavy socks. I miss the breeze mussing my hair as I pull on yet another unflattering knit cap. |
| Of course, by the time I am absolutely sick of the cold, the first shoots of green begin to appear in the brown dirt, and the Spring is an absolute delight. |
| This is something you don't get in Southern California, this joy of seeing the earth come back to life bit by little green bit. |
| What are the seasons like where you live? |
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