December 3, 2003

• Baby It's Cold Outside

  
  

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  Well it's finially got here; the cold. I'm not talking about the friendly little nip in the air, the one that makes your nose run and maybe you need a hat and scarf.

  
  

  This is the cold that makes my windows, manufactured circa early 70's single paned and drafty, sheet over with ice.  The moisture from my house, driven out by the heat and lingering on the window pane, is wind frozen into a crystaline white sheet.  The light from the white Christmas decoration bulbs are glowing with diffuse promise of joy. But this is not joyful to experience in the least.

  
  

  Yes, we love the early winter; all new pristine snow and the Holidays warm fires.

  
  

  The New Year carries the feeling over like some slow lingering hang over; we still love Ye old man winter.  The late January thaw makes outdoors seem more promising and wonderful than it was.  The wind doesn't bite so much, the air smells sweeter, the clamboring in and out of the house a little less hard and somehow we know this season can't go on forever.

  
  

  Then Feburary arrives and winter turns his back and gives us the cold side.  Being outdoors - an event I require daily to maintain my sanity - is now a battle, the pnultimate struggle to manuver boots, coats and warm clothes through the day to day without feeling like you are entirely overwhelmed and completely oppressed.

  
  

  This is why, I think, March is the cruelest month.  It is nothing if not exaspirating.  It can show us everything the changing force of nature can muster and show us that nothing may change at all.  We'll never know if winter will ever end; the Ide's of March will not tell.

  
  

  So I end this missive with this: love where you are when you are and what it is inside and out.  The cold is beautiful, the sky delivers the stars to us in such clarity on a winter's night you can touch them you just know you can.  Everything is cool, everything is just as it is meant to be.

  
  

  Now to pull up my scarf over my nose and try to remember where I put the plastic for my windows.  Off I go into the day ...

  
  

  Baby it's cold outside!

  
  

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