Humdrum Snow Day

It's all coming back. Childhood memories of snow days. I hated those. I was that cold-natured one that thought I would die when the snow melted through my clothes and chilled me. Or when the northern wind blew outside and felt like it was slicing my legs from my bones. Yeah, gross. But it was that cold to me.

Never thought I'd be back here. Holed up inside wishing the heat was hotter and the roads clearer. The one saving grace is I'm older and I can entertain myself now. I don't require the same social interaction I used to. Weird how we evolve over time emotionally.

I'm all grown up now. I have a house to tend to and stories to write. I'll survive alone. It's not always the chosen path. Or is it? Maybe it's chosen me and I just don't know it yet. Guess I'll know in a couple of decades when my story enters its final chapter.

Either way, gotta make the most of it until I can get back to that 70 degree winter weather my loved ones went on about yesterday. The snow here was inspiring and beautiful to watch falling but I'm over it now. Ready to get back on with everything. Well, at least I have another day to write.