Winter has well and truly arrived here in Northern Ireland. This means only one thing: gardens covered in ice, slippery pavements, and lots of coffee to warm up the body and perk up the mind.
All right, that was three things. I used poetic licence.
If I’m honest, I am not a fan of winter. I used to love it as a child, love it all. The snow, the cosy winter clothes, the ice skating, hot water bottles, and hot chocolate. Lots of it. You can get the most beautiful hot chocolate in Italy, trust me.
Winter was a chance for me to spend more time with dad. We would often go skiing, just the two of us, the best of Enya lyrics keeping us company on the two and a half hour journey to the mountains.
As an adult, winter has lost most of its allure. Call me cynical, but nowadays this time of year screams heating bills, icy roads, electricity bills, the stress Christmas shopping, crowds, bad Santa movies on TV, no sunlight.
I wish I could recapture some of that positive childhood feeling, but it probably comes with the territory of being a responsible member of society.
Life is too short though, so this year I am making a conscious effort of not letting all the doom and gloom get me down. We’ll see how that goes (I can’t help thinking, roll on summer-time though!)
What are your thoughts on winter? Do you love this season or hate it?
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