old man winter

Old Man Winter should be cold and the skies should be gray. The only way to find comfort in his presence is to wear a scarf, earmuffs, and a knit hat. If not, the wind from his breath will truly numb the tips of your fingers and toes. He begs for hot chocolate to be served and a glowing fire in the house. A sunny day isn't a characteristic he prides himself in, even if the temperatures are below freezing. His mornings are frost-bitten, his nights bitter and cold like crushed ice they crunch underfoot. During the day the sun hides behind a veil of clouds, fog, and mist, threatening Winter's perfect day, but never making good on his threat. The sun stays back a ways knowing his time will come and be filled with swimming pools, beaches, barbecues, and hot, humid, nights. For now, winter has his way. I bundle up and take a walk through the park appreciating Winter's handiwork as much as I appreciate those summer nights. In Texas we seldom see much of Old Man Winter so I want to spend as much time with him as I can.