The alarm beeps violently loud as my body jolts awake, my bed, my blankets so warm and cosy a cocoon of rest, relaxation and toastiness that I am in no hurry to leave. I have to get up for work. I slowly and deliberately poke a toe out from under the doona brrrrr. I have to do this, I summon my courage and push the whole foot out. Double brrrrr, my foot retreats hastily back into the cocoon. I contemplate resetting the alarm and going back to sleep but is that delaying the inevitable? My bladder tweaks. “Like a Band Aid” I tell myself and rip off the blankets and jump up shuddering from cold while simultaneously trying to put on a jumper.
You could be forgiven reading the above paragraph and thinking that I hate winter the truth is I love it. Like completely love it. I am often amazed by how many people despise winter and how much. I really don’t mind the cold I suppose that because of my size I am well insulated and don’t feel the cold the same as everyone else but I have always found that when it’s cold it’s much easier to get warm than it is to get cold in the summer heat.
I love winter, sunny days where it’s cold enough to wear all the amazing fashions that only winter offer us. Boots, scarves, coats, beanies amazing articles of clothing that look great on everyone…..not like the options that summer provides plus for some reason I always associate shorts with sweaty bus seats . There is one aspect of winter that has always eluded me. It seems that I am destined never to see snow.
When I was in Year 6 our school went to Canberra for an overnight excursion. It was meant to snow…….nope started the day after we got home. 12 year old Rach was uber bummed.
When I was in Year 7 a friends dad heard that it was snowing in the Blue Mountains we were bundled into the car and driven an hour and a half to wait an additional hour and a half for snow that never came. The closest I came to anything freezing was when we got 30c McDonalds cones on the way home.
When I was 16 I was in Taupo NZ and it was the coldest I had ever been up to that point in my life. I remember a freezing night with 2 friends in a caravan where the 3 of us sleep in the same single bunk to stay warm. Snow was promised. Snow yet again eluded me.
When I was 25 I was in Europe and the UK in Winter…..snow was promised in Germany I was soooo excited. The morning news stated snow fell in Berlin last night. Pure excitement in my heart, speedily dressed and out the door. Holding my breath I walked out of the Hotel lobby to find…..slush in the gutter and that’s it. No snow apparently it melted when it hit the ground. Colour me devastated.
Chris and I remet when I was 26 and he promised to take me to see snow….I’m still waiting. I just wanna touch it and build a snowman and make snow angels and drink hot chocolate looking out at all the snow. It’s been years but it will happen, I’m sure of it. Will not sure halfway confident after all snow does not seem to want me to find it.
So remember to be kind to winter people and the next time you want to complain about how cold it is spare a thought for that poor soul Rach who just wants to touch some snow…….I wonder if a snow dance will help.
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