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Winter

I actually love winter.  Love it.  I love the snow.  I love the crisp air.  I love the little slides in the car as you go around a corner.

I love the sports.  I love snowball fights and snowmen, and the way the trees look in the forest up North where my uncle lives.

I love the ice on the lake and the little fishing huts.

At least, I used to.  I still admire many of those things, but I am not feeling it this year.  This year, it’s just sore muscles from shovelling, a faceful of powder cleaning off cars, and $160 toward a new battery for my car.

Maybe I’m getting older.  Maybe it’s the arthritis in my shoulder.

But something is different this year.  It’s bitter cold.  It’s windy.  It’s slushy.  Scraping ice off my windshield is a chore, rather than exercise.

There’s a whole different feel to it.  Like I have nothing left to give it, and it won’t leave me alone.

Florida vacation, you can’t come soon enough.

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