Yesterday the temperature dropped 25 degrees–25! We went from splashing around one day to shivering our rear ends off the next. Fall is approaching and as much as everyone is cheering about cozy sweaters, changing leaves, and warm fires, I am not falling (no pun intended) for their foolish fantasies. Autumn means one thing: winter is coming. I live on the East side of the states but my heart belongs in San Francisco. Winter here means cold, really, really cold. Cold like wind chills reaching negative 30 last winter.
Our summers are pure magic. So amazing, in fact, they seem to work much like a new baby fresh from its momma’s womb. She labors, suffers, screams and cries. Then, baby pops out, miracle happens, and for some incredulous reason she wants to do it all over again a second time. Summer comes and we somehow forget all about the miseries. We love our city, our nature, our people. We live in the greatest place of all! Sunshine, rainbows, children dancing. . . then, the cold returns, bringing its vicious pains upon us once more. “Why do we live here?!?!” becomes the united cry. Then, summer happens, and the cycle continues on.
You can celebrate your fluffy slippers all you like this fall. I, however, am no longer fooled. I know exactly what is to come. Therefore, I am staying in denial for as long as possible, and as much as our temperatures have dropped am refusing the long pants thus far. I may have shivered at the park yesterday but I was wearing flip flops doing it, and that is what is truly important.
Shivery, shovelry, and frigid is what is predicted here.
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What about you??? Do you embrace the coming cold with excitement and smiles, or are you a flip flop kind of person? I would love to hear your sentiments! . . . Maybe. 😉