So, today I am cold. COLD. Like, my hands and feet are cold cold.
I know I shouldn’t be complaining about winter – we have been very lucky in Ohio. It’s only been “cold” for the past 2-3 weeks. Plus, I am always the guy that boasts how I “hate” summer, this given that I dislike the heat, Ohio traditionally suffers from killer humidity for 3-5 months and as a “ginger,” I can sunburn walking to my car after work! Yeah, summer? Not my favorite season for sure.
But today, I’d give almost anything to trade this scene:
And you know the REAL reason why? I mean, beyond the crystal clear waters and the pristine sand beaches? I miss color. ANY color. Winter is just gray to me – the ground, the sky and everything in between. Gray. Dull, lifeless gray.
I often joke that on my “Short List” of mental issues – mild OCD and anxiety coupled with some mild abandonment issues – I also have a mild case of SAD which I feel must be the most appropriately acronym-ed disorder in the world.
SAD = Seasonal affective disorder (SAD), also known as winter depression, winter blues or seasonal depression, is a mood disorder in which people who have normal mental health throughout most of the year experience depressive symptoms in the winter. (Thank you, Wikipedia!)
Now, to be totally honest, I guess people truly affected by SAD can experience the depression in any season, but I have to guess winter is the most “popular” SAD season. I mean, who isn’t affected by the washed out, gray days Ohio has?
I guess maybe winter affects me most because of my job. As a designer, I am surrounded by color and texture every day and it stimulates me. Maybe that’s why fall is my favorite season – all the changing colors, trees with leaves/trees with out leaves, new textures every day. I love fall. Certainly winter has its moments – I find the beauty of fresh snow blanketing everything, making contemporary sculptures out of cars and roadsides, particularly moving. And ice storms, where everything is sparkling like crystal? Pretty awesome, as long as we don’t lose power!
But I have to admit, I still miss color. Even now, as I look out the windows, the sun is trying to shine outside but there still really isn’t a lot of color happening. And that sun is feebly shining on dirty, gray snow and dirty slush. Oh well, I have to just buckle down, catch some sun when I can and wait. Spring will be here soon. Spring, with bright sun and colorful flowers, spring with blue skies and green leaves. Spring, the season of renewal and rebirth. Spring, glorious spring.
Spring – when I will finally be able to feel my hands and feet again…