It's snowing out

(I actually wrote this yesterday.)

I don’t know if I’m becoming more sensitive as I age, but I’ve recently realized the comfort I take in the seasons. It’s snowing out, and watching it fall, gently, is comforting. I’ve been waiting for it to snow for a little while, restlessly. BC and Chicago have received up to 15 cm by now, and snow in those parts are not part of the normal seasonal cycles. At least, not so much. Not so soon. In these parts, we expect it. It’s part of what we’re used to. November is the month when we have our winter coats dry cleaned and our boots waxed up for the season to come. We shut off any draft by apply a film of plastic over our windows. We start eating stews and soups and yummy warm food. We ready up for the cold and snow. This year, the cold and snow have delayed. As saw reports of the West being covered in it, transformed into Winter Wonderlands, it’s remained too warm here, and too rainy. Last Wednesday, it was almost 15 degrees out. Clement. Early fall weather. Abnormal. Somewhat distressing.