I Love Winter

Apologies to Buffalo for that title.

Winter doesn’t actually begin for over a month yet, but temperatures have dipped and we’ve had a few days of snow that has made it feel like the middle of January. Just today it took me an hour to pick up my wife from work. That normally takes 20 minutes on a bad day; today 20 kilometers took an hour and a quarter. The drive was definitely frustrating and I nearly had a few run-ins with a couple pick-up trucks—tailgaters can kindly shove it—but there’s some weird crazy part of me that loves this kooky, nutty type of weather.

I guess you could say this post is part confession, part rant. I know not everyone loves this weather, and I totally get how frustrating it is when our days can be figuratively turned upside-down by it, but I still love it. The drop in temperature is refreshing to me and the change in scenery is worth the eventual backaches I’ll get from repeatedly shovelling my driveway. That being said, I still can’t wrap my head around how people act surprised and angry that this happens every single year. Summer is gone, so get over it already.

If you can’t see just a tiny bit of the beauty in winter, I think you’re crazy.