On Winter, Snow, and Cold
I would ski more if there was more snow. Each year we get less and less, the trails are practically bare here. Muddy ruts -- they resemble dirt bike or four wheeler trails I miss the hills of home that offered more challenges. But this region still provides great exercises and landscapes when you are among the hardwoods.
Now the cold seeps into my bones and makes me rush inside. Steamy rooms and blankets are a priority over getting outside and exercising. Yet I miss the snow that once blanketed the streets of my hometown. The days of exploring the yard after a heavy snowfall, watching the snow cover the eaves, marveling at the icicles that drip like stalactites are gone. Forty degree days are the norm. I ride my bike through the empty streets avoiding ice slicks, while I should be trudging through a foot of snow. I hope we get some soon.