Winter is probably that one season that I have always loved to hate. Ever since my first experience a few years back in the US, I only loved I guess a few hours of it and then all the love was over. Don't get me wrong - I got really excited too. There I was a girl who grew up in the tropics and for her first trip out of the country, the destination was in wintertime.
My first snow experience was magical. The flurries were all so beautiful and the details when you see them up close is one of nature's most intricate works of art. Well, after that came all the "almost" slipping, frozen lips, bleedy nose as I walked to my class.
That same experience came back to me as I was walking home during a heavy snowfall. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, the wind started blowing so hard on my face. It was like the perfect happy meal. Please sense the sarcasm.
Winter is pretty. Layering up and getting to wear the clothes I would never be able to wear back home is undeniably fun. However, winter also comes with its strings of bad. When the snowfall is calm and the temperature does not drop that low, it's actually a very enjoyable season. I just wish the wind wouldn't blow so hard or the sidewalks wouldn't freeze as bad.
Flurries and windy days are one of those times when I do wish the season is a little gentler or maybe even different but it also is a great reminder that I really do have to make lemonade if life throws me lemons. Make the most of what it is, I guess.
So I gear up with a fluffy coat, snow boots and enjoy winter while it lasts.
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