Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I Miss Winter

The road from Dornbirn to the mountain village...Image via Wikipedia

Yes, 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...
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4 comments:

Marilyn said...

I know what you mean. I grew up in the snow, freezing cold. 7 years in Miami, and instead of seeing snow at Christmas...I saw pink flamingos, and met children that had no idea what a snow angel was. Palm trees for Christmas...would fill my heart with sadness. I realized I needed the four seasons and how much those seasons illustrated life for me.

Alone in Holy Land said...

It is son interesting to see how our birth-place, or the place where we spent our childhood influences us...and we see that only later in life...

Lille Diane said...

I can totally understand your longing for winter. I moved from Colorado (it's in the Rocky Mountains and has lots of ski areas) to sunny southern California when I was 14. Our first Thanksgiving there was in the high 80's. No leaves turning beautiful fall colors--just hot, and green everywhere. I moved to Ohio 10 years ago. Lots of snow, and I love the 4 seasons.

I believe you will see snow again, and I also believe this Christmas will be full of joy for you. Your decorations are beautiful.

Alone in Holy Land said...

Thank you, Diane!