I’m not a winter person. I miss the crisp, clean air of summer, the fragrant odor of flowers and freshly mowed grass, the sounds of birds singing in the morning, and of course, the warm temperatures. Every winter I ask myself why I don’t live in a warmer climate.
One aspect of winter that I’d never considered until recently is the absence of color. Upon returning from a warm winter getaway, a friend mentioned that she misses the colors associated with summer. When her plane was leaving Mexico, she looked out the window and saw 70 shades of blue, 30 shades of green, and splashes of red. However, as she was landing in Chicago, she only saw gray.
These pictures of the same scene vividly illustrate the point.
I long for colors and thankfully, Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring.
May the farce be with you!