I’ve lived my whole life in places that experience seasons, where it’s cold in the winter and warm in the summer, where the axis tilts, where Persephone visits Demeter. I suppose the variety is nice, but damn does winter just suck.
It makes me question the early settlers. Who in their right mind would decide to live here? Sure it’s only a few months a year, but the other 9 months would have to be full of gold and ambrosia and sexy dudes for Settler-Kevoh to think this was a good place for a log cabin.
The worst part of winter is how everyone tries to pretend that it just isn’t happening. School and work still go on, hours don’t change, we are all supposed to behave the same on January 8th as July 8th. I think we should basically hibernate in the winter. In the autumn we make sure all the power plants and machines are in full working order, we all stock our pantries and can our vegetables, and then, perhaps as a new version of Thanksgiving, we have a big party and say “see you in March!” to our neighbors. Hooray!
Earlier today I spent 15 minutes freezing my fingers off brushing four inches of snow off my car so I could drive to the pharmacy to refill drugs. At least I used the opportunity to buy a space heater, which I shall run non-stop until the gold, ambrosia, and dudes arrive.
