I am not a fan of cold weather and winter. This is something that most of you already know. I have learned to treat winter like a marathon. Just take it a day at a time and keep plugging along because eventually it will end.
So I can break winter into chunks. For example, this weekend is about a month after the winter solstice and it corresponds to the time of year where the average temperatures hit their lows. Or, to say it more simply, on average, this is the coldest week of the year. But it also means that from here through July, temperatures will be warming. We are also past the shortest day of the year so it means that the daylight is increasing as well. Not that either is going to be noticeable but it is an important milestone in winter survival.
It also means that in about two weeks, we’ll be halfway through what the calendar calls winter. Which still means there’s a lot more to go but it will mean we are clearly on the back side of winter. Also, sometime in mid to late February, we get the return of the Turkey Vultures and Red Winged Blackbirds which are the harbingers of spring. And, yes, it is certainly possible to get excited about the return of the Vultures. They are ugly birds and it is weird that something that feeds on dead things heralds the return of spring which is when the world comes back to life but that is just one of those things that is what it is.
Now, we are in the middle of what they call the January thaw which means it is a stretch of decent weather in the middle of a cold, grey winter. This one is actually a lot warmer than typical because we are touching 60 degrees here today which is about as far from January as you are ever going to get. As nice as this is, there is a risk associated with it when you are trying to slog through winter. String a couple of nice days together and your mind can shift into thinking that spring is just around the corner when the reality is that winter is just around the corner waiting to smack you in the face when you least expect it. This is also where I like to flip the calendar to get some perspective. This would be the equivalent of the third week in July and, around here, nobody is thinking fall in the third week in July. Well, except the stores which are always way ahead and would already have their fall displays up. Even though there are subtle signs of the approaching fall, you know that there is still a long stretch of great summer weather still ahead. The same is true now. We are a long way from spring and this is unusual and it is not going to stay this way until spring.
It doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy this. Have already taken the dogs out twice today. And we clearly aren’t the only ones because the park was packed with people. And, every day of above normal temps like this means one less day of the really nasty cold days that winter typically brings. To be honest, this has not been a rough winter. A couple of cold spells but far less snow than normal. Again, it is certainly too early to start celebrating because we could get an extremely cold and snowy February just to balance things out. But my trick for winter survival is to appreciate this but to realize it is like those warm days we sometimes get in late October. Just a brief gift from the weather gods to be enjoyed for what it is and not to be invested with hope for an early spring.
It was foggy this morning when I took the dogs out. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before how much I love fog. Do as many posts as I’ve done and I’m likely to repeat myself since there are only so many unique thoughts rattling around up here. Fog just makes the world appear dreamy and it takes the rough edges off things. It is kind of like living in a Monet painting. If you’ve got an overactive imagination, you can picture all kinds of things in the fog, just out of sight. Of course, reality is that all that is out there is just what is normally out there but fog is a little magic curtain that feels like it could be hiding something. When I was younger, I used to like to imagine walking into the middle of a fog bank and just disappearing. You couldn’t do that though because there was always that bubble around you that was visible. Like you had some kind of force field around you that would repel the fog and keep it from getting close to you.
By the way, I’ve read this about INFP’s in several places. Yeah, that doesn’t fit me at all.
INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It’s as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities.
And, just because I feel like, here are some random Monet paintings. Never say I didn’t try to class up this blog.