It seemed winter would never come. November became December, and still snow evaded. If only snow had floated leisurely from the sky, if only the temperatures had plummeted, then perhaps I could have been a little more inclined to get into the spirit of Christmas. A white Christmas wasn’t to be and soon the New Year dawned.
Once the holidays were a memory, the snow arrived, the wind chill factor became a daily concern, and barely into the new semester, snow days were inevitable and midwinter break was officially lost. And so winter begins; now, I am longing for spring.