December-May Romance or how I learned to appreciate the colder months.
by, 1st December 2011 at 10:02 AM (223 Views)
So, being born in January, you'd think I'd be tolerable to the cold encroaching in the northern hemisphere. However, truth be told, I've always despised this time of year. While many of you snuggle up to your fiances, families or fiery bums, I tend to seek shelter at the nearest furnace, trying to stave off the cold that threatens my bony fingers and toes. It's funny how someone born in Winter can be so intolerant of the chill, but that's just me preferring the heat of Summer.
Now, what is this blog about? Aside from being a cheeky poke towards the May-December Romance trope (search at risk of social life) it also serves as an appreciation of things in Winter. While the season is often seen in fiction as a time of death and despair, it is also a time of hope, most famously displayed in that Narnia book whose name deliberately escapes my tongue, but was about a lion, witch and wardrobe. Why would this be of interest? Well, as you know, this season boasts the critical acclaim of being presumably the last Winter before the End of the World, if you believe certain religious nutjobs. So we're all gonna die in a years' time supposedly, might as well make this Winter the best yet, right?
If last year's Sheer Cold was anything to go by, this year ought to be much more brutal, but in the vestige of bitterness, there's always a sweet spot, unless said bitterness is the case of coffee. You see, after a blizzard, there is often a beautiful scene before the eyes, if you ignore the frozen rodents and cats in the corner just behind that tree there. Sometimes said scenery will be pretty, other times a bit of a whiteout, but in the end there's one general certainty about this time of year, and that's snow.
Now, we all have experience with snow, whether it be through snowmen (or snowmons) or impromptu holes in the windows formed by some ned cloaking a brick in the cold stuff, but the ability of snow to form a compact layer is pretty damn nifty, and one of Winter's beauties. Tomorrow I'll explain how I can appreciate the snow despite its vices.
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