baby, it’s cold outside

In general, I like to embrace all of natures seasons. Let the cold air bite, I say. Let your eyelashes freeze shut as you dash from your car into the grocery store. It’s only for a week or two. And it will make us even more appreciative of spring when it arrives. But I have been hunched into myself for over a week now, and my shoulders are starting to ache. One can only drink so much hot tea in a day. I could use a break. Or a sauna. This is deep winter. It is as remarkable and worthy of our attention as high summer. I keep telling myself that over and over. But I do not have fur. And the cold stings. I am ready for some relief.

frost covered white pine needles