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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
As a snowbird, I go south for a portion of the winter. Whereas it is winter here, but I feel the essence of fall and spring.
I like getting away from my coldest season of the year. It’s good not to be concerned with boots, scarfs, and heavy coats – let alone the snow, ice, and cold winds. But I admit bringing light gloves and earmuffs for the beach walks with a biting wind. However, no matter how cold it gets here, it’s warmer than home.
Winter – the time of year when the Earth’s axis points away from the sun. This happens twice a year – once in each hemisphere – opposite to summer in the other hemisphere.
Winter is the time when many birds have migrated elsewhere for warmer temperatures, available food, and shelter – only to return in spring.
Winter is the time animal fur thickens, and some even change color. The feathers of birds also change. Some animals hibernate for a long sleep – a time when other animals use the food they store.
Winter is the time many plants shift their life to their underground roots as trees lose leaves, shrubs go bare, and others disappear while the evergreens live up to their name.
Winter is the time when the sun is low in the sky – a time giving us more dark of night than the light of day. The sun is lowest for the winter solstice – a day with the least amount of daylight – a day of special reflection for many. I find it interesting that the coldest days of the year are typical during the stretch of increasing daylight.
As a time for Jack Frost and Old Man Winter, this is the season for cold winds, blizzards, hanging icicles, polar vortices, Alberta Clippers, squalls, ice storms, black ice, slush, and snows ranging from a dusting to a load and from a dry powder to heavy wet.
Winter is a time for comfort, warmth, and a roaring fire – a time when snowflakes gently fall to the ground while painting trees white. We smile at the beauty of a red cardinal perched on the bare branches with a white background.
Winter is the time of various moods and the fun of sledding, building snowmen and snow forts, snowballs, skiing, and making snow angels. Besides, who hasn’t tried to catch a large dancing snowflake on their tongue?
For others, winter is a time for staying warm, the winter blues and blahs, even discontent and depression. Yet some find peace in winter – a time for rest, reflection, and renewal – a time for recovery and preparation for life ahead.
While the cold winter night can be chilling, we find comfort sleeping with wool blankets, flannel sheets, comforters, and heated mattress pads. Even with the ice, snow, and cold, winter is a quiet time – a time when our hearts and thoughts keep us warm – a time to appreciate a different beauty.
Winter is a time of comforting scents of spices like cinnamon, ginger, clove, and nutmeg; candle scents as pine and vanilla. Winter is a time of comfort with hot soups and stews, hot drinks as coffee, tea, and hot chocolate – a time to cherish the remaining smell of last night’s fire while watching a movie without being wrapped in a blanket.
Winter is nature’s time of silence. I enjoy the sound of falling snow. To me, soft, large snowflakes deliver a sense of calmness, but fine snow is a sense of franticness. There is something peaceful about a clean, smooth blanket of new snow free of tracks of any kind.
Not only is winter nature’s time to slumber, but it’s also a time of patience. Through the drabness of grays, browns, and occasional white, and with each passing day of winter, we are closer to spring because no winter lasts forever. The time will come when life awakens – but it will do so on its timetable, not mine or anyone else.
Winter at home has a chill and cold I no longer appreciate – so we became snowbirds. For me, winter here is like a time machine as a portion reminds me of the autumn that has passed. Other times, the time machine leaps me forward to spring. Either way, my winter is very short. However, after returning home, I experience nature’s time when it can’t seem to make up its mind if it is winter or spring.
Winter, like any season, the experience depends on the location. Some places get limited to no bitter cold or snow. So winter is relative – not only as compared to others but also to what one experiences in the other seasons.
For me and other snowbirds, winter is a time to experience winter on an Alabama beach – but to us, time here is an early arrival of spring. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on the beach.
See what other bloggers have posted about Winter
- Memory Post – Heating the House in Winter (a personal essay)
- Winter Calls (poem)
- What Winter Look Like #8 (photos – part of a series by a past collaborator here)
- Winter Photos (a collection)
- Winter (poem)
- Winter Solstice in Bavaria, Krampus (essay and photos)
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