Image via WikipediaYes, I know, I must be mad to write such a title. It is true that living in a sub-tropical climate surrounded by sea and desert has its good points. I just don't seem to remember them right now.But believe me, I just had enought! It is the 2nd of December, for crying out loud and outside there are 25 degrees Celsius (in the shade)!!! It is too hot! I cannot think Chrismassy thoughts after what it looks like one million summer months.
I miss winter!
I miss the crisp, cold air that clings to my nostrils early in the morning, I miss the way the snow crunches under my boots, I miss snow! Oh my God, I miss snow! Big, fat snowflakes melting on my tongue, the eerie atmosphere of winter nights in a small town when you can actually hear the snow falling on the ground...I miss the smell of snow, fresh and earthly, I miss walking in parks where huge trees covered in icicles sway gently in the sharp wind. I miss so much winter that, if I close my eyes, with all the hotness of the air, I can conjure it. Huge, white and silent, with glassy stars on deep blue skies, with the sun shining so brightly, burning your cheecks with its coldness. My grandma used to call it "a sun with teeth" as it frozen rays bit red noses and ears. I miss the wolly hats and mittens that my aunt used to knit me, their familiar smell and the patterns they made when I pressed them on the fresly fallen snow. I miss the long winter evenings when, huddled around our huge teraccota stoves we used to drink sweet tea and eat mother's heavenly cookies or roasted chestnuts.
I miss those happy feelings, those happy seasons that are gone forever, the same way the snow melts in the spring...