Today, I saw yet another great post from one of WordPress’ amazing Druid Writers. This Druid had written about the beauty of the Willow Tree. In fact the post was so nice, it actually inspired me to accidentally write a blog post. This post was originally a comment on the blog. They had mentioned how the Willow and it’s wonderful color was a welcome site in winter.
How the grey cold of winter made them felt less than enthused.
I couldn’t help but think about how fascinating it is that a person can react differently to every situation. For me, the lack of color on a grey and rainy day makes me feel calm and relaxed. It reminds me of my childhood. Florida is always sunny all year round and that crap gets annoying real fast. We don’t have any real seasons.
What passes for “winter” here would be considered spring in other places. For me the rain brings the cool weather. It’s a day for sleeping in, reading books, listening to radio mysteries and horror podcasts, watching my favorite creepy shows and movies (with a particular fondness for found footage movies). As a child, I used to wear my pajamas on a rainy day and pretend I was Captain Nemo. Riding in the nautilus.
I got the idea because it rained so heavily one day, that the waters were drizzling down the windows. It made it seem that my grandmother and I were under the sea. When it does actually get cold here, it’s nice to put clothes on rather than off. To try to be warm instead of melting like ice on a road of endless black tar and heat. To trade the ice cream for hot chocolate.
To spend extra time in the warmth of the bed. These are the things I often think about.