I like the winter. You won't find many people willing to say so after such a snowy January, but I'm one of them.
I'm not a skier, nor do I participate in any other sports that you'd see in the winter Olympics, but still, I like winter.
But, not ice.
I, like many others in the northeast, have been keeping an eye on the impending "winter weather." My hope has been that the temperature will drop enough that we'll get an enormous amount of snow instead of the drizzly snow-melting, ice-encrusting sleet that is on the forecast. This storm is particularly ill timed because tomorrow the Bethlehem Writers Group is supposed to have its first meeting at its new home. Seems we might have to postpone the party.
If I had my way, winter would be cold and snowy, and the temperature would stay below freezing day and night until it suddenly went above freezing and stayed there. In spring. Perhaps giant hair dryers would come out and dry the streets for us as well.
Seems unlikely, doesn't it?
Oh well. Since it seems my hopes for an ice-free storm--or giant hair dryers-- aren't going to happen, I'll just hope that you and I and everyone we care about gets to stay home, and stay warm, and stay safe. And, if we're really lucky, we can curl up by the window, with hot cocoa and a good book, and watch it snow.