I hate winter. Do y'all hate winter? I know some people love it but it's an unfathomable concept to me to love the season of cold and dark. I don't even understand why people love fall so much; to me it's just the harbinger of winter and who the hell in their right mind wants to harbinge winter??? It's all the awful things! I have been (self) diagnosed with seasonal affective disorder, the symptoms of which range from general feelings of bluesy-ness to weeks of despondency, crying and maintaining an unhealthy number of consecutive hours in bed. I'm kidding except I'm also not. I just get really down this time of year.
But! Oh, when that first warm weekend comes around in March, when the chill is out of the air and the sun stays up in the sky until well past 6:30, it's the best most hopeful feeling in the world. If someone could figure a way to put in pill form this exact thing: sitting at the shop with the door open, and Vampire Weekend playing, and floral sundresses on the racks, and me in my bare feet and the trees lining William Street blooming - if that feeling could be synthetically doled out....Pop those pills, baby. It's peaceful and light and yep, everything is going to be okay. Isn't it crazy though, how weather can have such a profound effect on your mood? Weather! The actual atmosphere has a handle on my emotions that live inside my body. Sometimes being a human is hard.
So anyway, the next best thing to it NOT being winter AT ALL is winter really WINTERING it up, hard. Like, if it's going to be cold and miz and worthless, at least let's have some snow to validate the misery. Yesterday evening's snowfall was the first (last? only?) major snowfall of the season and I gotta say, I was feeling the cozy vibes with Marie Claire and In Style (Wegmans did NOT have the Vogue w/Taylor and Karlie on the cover and what kind of winter prep is THAT, Wegmans?) and Cupcake Red Velvet wine and a fire going in the fireplace (#basic). The snow looked so pretty this afternoon that I decided to take a walk and marvel at how the quaint-factor really ratchets up the quaint-scale when there's snow on this 22401 ground. Hey, and isn't it always way warmer in the snow than you think it's going to be? It's almost warm. So I walked all over and sloshed through the slush and took some photos of pretty things. Now I'm ready for this snow to be gone and for it to be 76 degrees outside.