Kristine writing about the feelings she had looking at my “The Fall of Rain” picture (two down) reminds me of this memory and feeling. Today will be a brief detour from what I am currently doing to go back into the winter months.
I have this vivid memory as a child. It’s winter and it’s cold. The windows are frosted with ice and breathing on them quickly fogs it up. There is plenty of snow outside. I eagerly put on my snow suit (hooking the spandex loops under and across my feet) boots, hat, and gloves. I make snow creatures. I slide down a hill. My ears turn red. I hated wearing my hat over my ears. I wrestle with my sister. She wins and tosses me like a twig. Then I vividly recall just before going back into the house, slowing myself down and breaking the warm seals of my snow clothes to make myself cold. Nose running. I recall doing this to experience the amazing contrast of the outside with the warmth of the indoor air and hot chocolate my mom would have for me.
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