This is My Winter Song to You

I was born to January, with its freeze your nose off frigid winds and crystal white blankets.

I was born to the month of rebirth, the starting of new, the clean slate with its promises and potential. Many of the people I love most in this world were introduced to the world in the cold winter months, my husband and brother both born in November, as well as my best friend, and my sister in October. These are some of the warmest people I know, the hardiest too, which makes sense, battling the frost of the world since their very start.

I love the winter like I love my people, a New England winter and no less. I sit here in the cool of Arizona with my people far away for longer than they have ever been from me before and memories have such a warm gleam. I like that though; being able to think of the cold harsh landscape, too thin gloves, trying to clear the foot of snow off your windshield so you can make it to school on time, with such positivity and love.

This will be my first complete year away from home ever, my first full winter without snow, and for that I don’t know how to feel. I understand that life is like this, that change happens and you must accept it, and I do, it is just a funny thing, something you don’t always realize until after it has already happened. This everlasting August, will it ever cease and break open like an egg being cracked, releasing all of the mess of winter upon us? Will we just slide through the seasons for the next two years we are here, only realizing we have lived all of that time once we are nestled in front of our fireplace of our future Vermont home. I see the latter yet I do not know; I am but a pendulum, swinging and swaying, suspended in space.