I’m currently in the middle of a snowstorm.
It’s been snowing for the last three days. The wind is whipping against my window. Snow drifts are in the most inconvenient places. The streets are a mess. Cars are getting stuck in the middle of the road (or the ditch). I had to have my grandfather drive while I pushed my car out of the snow. This was at 8 am. God blessed us to get it out (with the help of a neighbor), and I went on to work.
It’s nothing new. North Dakota is no stranger to freezing temps and snow-filled streets. The running joke is winter lasts about nine months out of the year. That’s kind of true. However, we’ve been blessed with awesome weather for the last two months. I was able to wear shorts in November which is practically unheard of….unless there’s snow on the ground and I’m too lazy to put on pants. Sometimes it snows in September and we don’t see reprieve until May.
That’s a looooong time to be dealing with snow.
As I look outside my window, I begin to think how much I love this time of year. Summer is my absolute favorite season. The warmth. The sunshine. The pool.
Summer is by far the greatest season in my opinion. However, there’s a small part of me that likes winter. The feeling of being inside. Looking out into the dark, snowy night. The warmth of family. The space heater on my toes. Fresh snow for the holidays. Having to wear longjohns under my shorts because the basement was cold. Chalk it up to growing up in the frozen tundra, but I’m ok with this time of year.
Maybe my fondness is because winter and my childhood go hand-in-hand. Whatever the case, I’m going to sit back and enjoy these dark nights and winter skies.