Scrawlings

It’s a funny thing.

I love winter. I really do. There’s nothing quite like seeing a snowflake fall from the sky or feeling the ice crunch under your boot. I believe that seeing a snow covered landscape is one of the most breathtaking sights imaginable. Every year, I look forward to it. Sure, I hate the cold, but when it snows, it’s worth it.

But then something weird happens when I get a taste of spring. Sometime like today, when I can walk outside in a tee-shirt and shorts and feel comfortable, or when I see the first flower poking its little green stem through the dirt, or when the trees finally blossom, I feel so incredibly happy. And it’s a much different kind of feeling than I have in the winter. Today could have been like any other day, but the fact that the sun is shining and warm changes everything. And I wonder: do I really like winter?