One would guess that applies to a lot of humans as well, but not for months on end.
Winter does have some good points: When he produces a huge snowfall, it blankets all of the bad and makes the world look beautiful and peaceful. And that is good for the soul, for it conjures up our childhood memories and makes us feel safe inside.
The memories of sleigh riding, making snowmen, snowball fights, breaking off huge icicles, making snow ice cream, catching snowflakes on mittens and looking at their brief beauty and thoughts of Christmases past are beyond words.
It's more of a wonderful feeling.
All in all, winter is a two-faced man: He brings bad and good, and we never know when we will receive either. Mysterious. Unpredictable. Dangerous when he produces ice storms that make us have no electricity or make us fall, injuring ourselves.
He is both dreaded and anticipated by many. As children and young adults, we loved him; with the advance of age, he is feared. He becomes something to look at while we stay inside, safe and sound. But can you imagine life without him? Doubtful.
Those double-edged memories of him stay with us all of our lives. But right now, after going through a frigid January with arctic temperatures, I don't like him at all. In fact, I fear him.
Sherry Hill, of Charleston, can be emailed at climber...@aol.com.