I do not, nor have I ever, particularly liked winter. The only thing that gets me through the season is that it has to change eventually. If you see me staring into the distance as a lone tear escapes and freezes down my cheek, I’m just thinking about how much I miss summer.<\/p>\n
Every winter I have the same irrational fear: that it will never end. Whenever it gets cold, and by cold I mean below 50 degrees, a thought creeps into my head that says, “What if this time it just decides not to get warm again?”<\/p>\n
Scenes from the movie “The Day After Tomorrow,” with Dennis Quaid and Jake Gyllenhaal, play in my head as I envision an ice age with no foreseeable end. One of my first thoughts is that my wardrobe is far from being adequately prepared for a catastrophe of these proportions.<\/p>\n
“Which god is in charge of the weather and how big of an animal sacrifice does he or she require to end this madness?” I wonder. Before I can follow through with my plan, I am reminded that this is not ancient Egypt, so I’m back to square one.<\/p>\n
Panic then ensues as I think about all the swimming pools I’ll never float in again, all the barbecues I won’t gorge myself at on the fourth of July, the screams of anguish I won’t cry when my legs touch the scalding leather of my car seats and the lawns I can never mow to pay for my medicine (a daily dose of Sonic milkshakes).<\/p>\n
Instead, I am forced to live out the rest of my days in snow-prison where everyone huddles around garbage can fires to keep warm while the temperature drops to record lows \u2014 potentially below freezing. Open-toed shoes become a thing of the past, and we all have perpetual hat hair. This is not an existence I am comfortable with in the slightest.<\/p>\n
Growing up in a desert is what ruined the rest of the world for me. “What do you mean there are other seasons besides summer?” I remember asking angrily when my family moved to Tennessee when I was in high school.<\/p>\n
Like I said, my fear is completely irrational. I acknowledge this. That doesn’t stop me from believing it every time we have a cold snap. I will admit that my “the sky is falling” mentality is a minor overreaction to something as trivial as seasons changing.<\/p>\n
It just breaks my heart when I wake up in the morning, look out my window and see frost on the car windshields. I can’t tell you how many times I have missed chapel because of how discouraged I feel when that happens; there is really no other option but to get back in bed. Other mammals have the right idea with hibernation.<\/p>\n
I do have to give winter some credit: it is fodder for a quality Instagram feed. There’s something about cold air that makes it the perfect filter. Other than that, I fail to comprehend why the season even exists.<\/p>\n
To my fellow fans of summer, fear not. Winter has to end at some point\u2026 Unless it doesn’t. And to everyone who enjoys winter: stop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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