Day 3 – How do I feel about cold weather?

The cold leaves me cold, feeling old. More suited to warmer climes, balmy isles, something inside me dies when the leaves turn crisp and brown and fall down on the pavements through town. I drown my chilly sorrows with sweet treats, they beats away some of the chill which pervades my bones right to the heart of me. I wither. I fade. I sleep. And sleep. And I sleep some more.

And then, one December day each single ray of sunshine fills my soul with unabated joy. Blue skies seem somehow inappropriate in the darker months but they’re a welcome blessing caressing me out of hibernation for a precious few hours.

The gift of a perfect Winter’s Day is better than anything I’ll find under my tree. And it’s free. Like me.