As a child, winter brought its own particular smell. Baby boomer kids played outside a lot, in all kinds of weather and the scent of wet wool socks is a huge memory trigger to winters long passed. Ditto for the smell of just removed ice skates, hot chocolate, and the sweet odour of icy cold fresh air on my skin. I no longer have those signposts that trigger affection for winter.
I wish those memories, scents and feelings of winter could have stayed with me, remained the paramount lodestars of winter. Winter that last too long nowadays feels like loss. All of the miserable things that have happened in my life took place in winter, with the exception of the birth of my first-born. Once that date has passed, winter should bow out and let the promise of renewal work its magic on my soul.
I know spring is coming and I'm ready for it.