When the weather changes, something goes funny in me. Does this happen to you? After months and months of feeling heat envelop me when I step out the door, suddenly--very suddenly--there is cold, and it seeps into the house and makes me wear socks and borrow a polar fleece cape of my mother's.
Something about the change...first it's exciting, a little unsettling but exciting...makes the world feel like something completely new. Knocks me off balance. Reminds me of Canada, of England, of Europe, of Pennsylvania. Places that I just pass through. It shocks me that the feeling of these places can penetrate where I live. Surely I should expect it by now, the switch from hot to cold. Yet it shocks me deep every time. Suddenly I can't seem to just get on with things as I normally do; I'm stumped. I wander around aimlessly. My hands are cold. That's weird. Basic questions about my own existence take the place of specific concerns and plans. I look at things that I'm supposed to do, or am planning to do, and I think 'what??' What are these things?
Cold makes me feel like there should be a special event tonight. A concert or a party or a family get together. Must be that Christmas instinct. On the planet Winter, I feel like an alien.
...And all this because it's dropped below 80F.
Don't laugh at me, people from cold places. It's been in the high 90s and the 100s here since forever.
time to eat a brownie.
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