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Walking in a Winter Wonderland
December 16, 2007 - Phyllis Sigal
No one hates winter more than I do.
I hate the ice and the snow and the cold and the wind. I hate the thought of having to drive in bad weather. Or the thought of anyone I love having to negotiate the hazards.
I lose sleep when the forecast is less than springlike. I obsess over making plans to go out of town in winter, wondering if bad weather will stop me in my tracks. I fantasize of living in 365 days of sunshine.
But here I sit at my kitchen table as the feeling slowly retuns to my cheeks after a 45-minute walk in the winter wonderland outside right now. My ears burn, both from the cold that just frosted them and the warmth starting to circulate the blood flow. The sting feels strangely good.
The taste of the handful of powdery snow is still fresh on my tongue. The quiet beauty of a walk in a picture-perfect neighborhood is almost enough for me to stop cursing the cold.
But sometimes, just finding a bit of beauty is enough to overcome the adversity.
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