Perhaps it was one of those letters we have schoolchildren write to themselves at the beginning of a school year, to open at the end of the school year, or at graduation. A time capsule letter.
It's a mind-blowing haiku.
I like winter. I like winter much more than I like super hot weather. I was speaking to a friend who wants to move to a tropical climate because, at our ages, the cold increases body pain. Lucky for me, it doesn't seem to do that to me. Yet, anyway.
Neighborhood kids come around to shovel my steps, neighbors run their snow blowers up my sidewalk and driveway, folks get together in the evenings in their homes. Winter is quiet and beautiful. And the garden is asleep. Yesterday, I never left my house. It's very cold right now, 6 degrees F, but my house is warm, well-stocked, and I have excellent outer wear if I do have to go outside. I'm even hoping to go skiing this winter.