seasons of love

My favorite weather is comfortable weather for the activity I wish to partake in. Therefore, I have no favorite season. I simply wish to be comfortable. I live in Michigan, so we run the gamut in terms of weather conditions.

Hot and humid and I burst into a sweat walking down the driveway? Uncomfortable.

So humid, but not at all hot, and I burst into sweat walking. Embarrassingly uncomfortable.

Raining, and no matter how I hold an umbrella, my ankles get wet and the groceries in the cart get rinsed? Uncomfortable and annoying.

So cold the snow makes this horrid crunching sound underfoot? It’s like nails on a chalkboard uncomfortable.

So cold the snow glistens and shimmers like diamonds. Pretty, but uncomfortable.

Thin air and a nice breeze to cool the heat the sun is exuding between poofy white clouds against a brilliant blue sky? Oh, so, so comfortable.

I always thought I wanted to move away from Michigan. But the truth is, the flux in weather is something I truly enjoy. I adore wearing a sweatshirt in the morning, shorts in the afternoon and a jacket the next day.

We have few severe weather concerns. We get some tornados. We get epic thunderstorms. But no hurricanes, and barely palpable earthquakes. Yes, you do have to know how to live in winter to survive Michigan. But that’s why we have snowbirds as part of our culture.

Snowbirds are those fortunate enough to escape south for the most brutal of months. Then they return and enjoy the beauty that Michigan offers the rest of the year.

In Michigan there is no comfortable season. All four have tremendous range and depth. With social media as an outlet, many repeatedly marvel at our weather and are quite surprised by it. Yes, climate change. But Michigan has always been fickle. The air here does as is blown in. It brings with it a mix of rain, sleet, hail, snow, humidity, clarity, clouds, heat, cold and everything in between.

I wish I could control the weather to suit my requests. You know, heat for beach days, breezy for bike rides, cool and dry for yard work. But Michigan has her own agenda. She thrills and delights us with her ever-changing presentations. And though often uncomfortable, I love to watch the show.

I love words. My head swirls with words. I have many deep thoughts. Some thoughts plague me. In order to release them, I have to assign words. Once the words are strung together, I feel free again.

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