Change in Seasons

I think fake winter might be here. I only say "fake" because, compared to other places where it actually snows and reaches freezing temperatures for days and weeks at a time, winter in Phoenix can hardly be considered real. I think our "Winter" might actually be what other people cheerfully call "Fall" or "Spring". Since those don't really exist in these parts, we pretty much go from summer to winter overnight. (And then we bounce back and forth between the two for a few weeks before the cold finally stays and we can actually put our shorts away and stop using the air conditioner.) Nope, no transition weather for us. Just hot one day and cold the next.

I donned shorts and flip flops when I rode my bike with the girls to school this morning. (Well, I donned the flip flops, but I still had the shorts on from last night. You know, because I wore my pajamas on the way to school today. And the girls still hugged and kissed me goodbye in front of other people. I better enjoy that while it lasts.) My toes and fingers were SO cold. I mean seriously, it had to have been less than 60 degrees. Also, I saw my breath on the way back home. My BREATH. You can bet I high-tailed it back home and put socks on. Anything under 70 degrees and I feel like an icicle, I'm telling you.

This is why I would never survive a real winter in a city where such a thing actually takes place.

I do like to visit the snow. And to get nice and cozy enjoying fires and soup and hot chocolate and beautiful, still, white landscapes. But I also like to come back home where I can run and ride my bike in the middle of December with nothing more than a sweat jacket on. And where I never have to scrape ice off my windshield. Or wear gloves. Or shovel snow. (You get the point.)

So, I'll just feel smug in my fake winter until summer hits once again and our shoes literally begin to stick to the melting asphalt while everyone else starts to live outside in their beautiful, glorious weather.

{Brrr! That's what I say!}

We've heard it before:

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...A time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance..."

It just so happens that I laugh and dance during the season when other folks are weeping and mourning. 

And, vice versa.