I know some people dislike February or March more than January. They are sick of winter by then. Cabin fever sets in and the continued cold and snow becomes unbearable. I understand that. I felt those feelings. However, I always thought February arrived with hope. February was what you earned for living through January. In my mind I had to get on the other side of January before I could begin to imagine spring might actually return.
I used to live in fear of snowstorms, not because I disliked the snow, but because I had to drive to work in it. I do not miss white-knuckle driving.
The University was famous for never closing because of weather. In fact, I think it officially closed for a snow day only 3 or 4 times in the 37 years I worked there. A special breed of stoic, fearless, and hardy souls live in the frozen Northlands! If you can withstand a long, cold northern winter you can withstand just about anything.
In Florida there is no snow; however, we are having our "winter" right now. It was in the low 50's all day yesterday. We turned our heat on for the 3rd time in 2 years. I went to the doctor and that is all anyone in the office could talk about, the chill. Ha! But I was right there with them, annoyed that I had to wear socks and a light jacket.
One of the nurses, a woman who had already revealed to me that she was originally from the Bronx, winked at me and said "We are spoiled down here!" We smiled, knowingly. We continued to complain about the weather with the rest of them, but we knew better.
The best part of winter in Central Florida is the relentless sun, which shines bold and bright almost every day. I never take it for granted, and it never gets old.
And what kind of doctor did I go to? A dermatologist, of course. Too much sun and you get actinic keratoses that have to be removed. Nothing and nowhere is perfect.
|A walkway at Leu Gardens in Orlando, Florida - January 2016|