Last night I came out of church and the wind was blowing fiercely across the parking lot, scattering snow sparkles everywhere the eye could see. I felt an instant kick in my spirit. Snow does that to me.
Now, I hear some of you groan (waving at Colleen), but I just can't help it. Truly, I get as cold as the next person (well, aside from the hot flashes), but there's just something about snow before Christmas. So, last night, while others burrowed deeper into their coats, I lifted my head and sang at the top of my voice, "Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!" (While my husband dragged me to our car.)
I know Colleen thinks I need counseling, and most likely, I do. Let me make it perfectly clear that I do not like frigid cold--even during a hot flash. Nor am I crazy about snow in March. BUT absolutely nothing can pull me out of a slump quicker than a lovely snowfall in December.
Oh, one more thing. We have a flock of seagulls (here in Indiana) that hangs out in our Target parking lot all winter. Some say they have lost their way (they're here every year). I say they banded together and said, "Let's go where they have snow for Christmas." See, not everyone heads south for the winter.
Anyone else out there like a little snow?