Recently, a friend and I were reminiscing about childhood winter days in Wyoming.
We found slick roads and sidewalks charming, and hung our mittens to dry over growing puddles on the porch floor. The bitter cold was a minor inconvenience that was easily remedied by warm cocoa and a seat near the fireplace.
If we were very fortunate the radio would announce our favorite school holiday – SNOW DAY!
Winter has changed since then, or rather I have. With adult responsibilities the charm has faded to white-knuckled winter driving, making a valiant effort not to fall on the ice, and cleaning up puddles.
I miss the wonder of winter.