Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on cold.
This winter really hit.
The cold, the snow, the ice, it's been described as harsh.
Just last weekend, a snowstorm shut us down from Texas to NY, and everything in between.
But I am not complaining.
I am a true NY girl, and I love this time of year.
I crave the hibernation, and more than anything else, I crave the quiet.
The walks I take are silent.
The runs, all you can hear is the sound of my steps.
The sound of snow falling makes the outside stop; it forces you to listen to just how quiet it all is.
The nights come sooner, making us all the more tired.
The gray makes us adore the sun when she shines through.
The cold makes you add extra blankets, snuggle in as a whole family, everyone bundled.
NY in the wintertime hits differently.
You have to love it to be a part of it.
You have to embrace it, or it will swallow you whole.
You have to understand it and learn how to live and love it.
Because spring and summer always come.
Everything always thaws.
And the parties are about to begin.
So for now, you can find me snuggled on my couch.
Buried beneath blankets with puppies on either side.
You can find my gorgeous hound by the fire, and my little Yorkie on my lap.
You can find my littles, as big as they now are, still holding my hand while we watch movies and shows.
You can find me embracing NY in all her quiet, cold, winter.
