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2.22.2011
The snow continues to fall here and the glistening layer of ice on the river
won't be moving for months to come. Frosty wind bites at rosy faces, tearing and
making them tear. It's February now, and time passes as the animals in the high
mountains slumber in their glacier homes. As the humans go about their
routines not as happy as they used to be - not as warm as they once were. Toes
in woolen socks once promised to keep warm and dry are now matted and
ratty. And cold. Breathe the heavy air. Spring is far away. It seems Summer
might never happen. Aloud, I ask myself: 'Will winter last
forever?'
Doubtless, Spring will come, bringing with it presents; sunshine, campfires,
toes in soft sand. I cannot wait until that day. When I can run outside in one
of my torn shirts and flip flops and be warm and happy. Winter could leave and
I'm quite sure I'd never miss it. It brings me misery. I've got the blues, cabin
fever and it's killing me. Where is the rain and where has all the fun gone? I
want to play spoons in ticklish grass and drink Pina-Colada's on a hot
trampoline. To eat creamsicles until I am sick. To laugh and
splash and run and do nothing - nothing at all, except stare at the sky and be.
Spring, Summer. Come soon. I miss you so.