While so many people in other parts of the country are having snow storms, I’m here in North Carolina with thunderstorms and 70 degree weather. And while I don’t want to complain about the amazingly warm weather, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness for the winter that was lost.
The cold, crisp mornings. Bundling up tight in scarves, and coats, and hats, and mittens. Playing in the snow, building snowmen and sledding for hours. Seeing your breath in the air with every word. Feeling the tingling in your fingers and toes. Coming inside to sit by a warm fire, wrapped in fleece blankets and drinking hot chocolate. Playing board games, reading good books, snuggling with the ones you love.
I wish for these moments that are promised with every winter.