
I miss
the cold snowy weather. Despite the fact that I always wish for warm weather
while in the moment, the holidays are not holidays without having to bundle up
to head outside. I miss the crisp fresh air of a winter morning, and having to
head outside and brush the snow off my car, before going anywhere. I miss
sleeping with layers of blankets. I miss that a warm cup of coffee does not
make me overheat, but instead provides me some sort of shelter from the cold
that is constantly penetrating my clothes. I miss the sight of snow, and how it
transforms the landscape into an elaborately detailed photograph.
I also
miss the usuals. I miss the general holiday mood of the people in the area. I
miss the way that you feel traveling from one place to another. The almost transcendent
holiday connection between strangers, merely because it’s the holiday
season.
I also
miss the constants, the large Christmas tree that my parents get, which we
spend days decorating with ornaments. I miss seeing all the gifts piled under
the tree, waiting to be opened. I miss the Christmas lights at our house, and
the surrounding houses, that tell of the festivities yet to come. I miss
hearing familiar songs, which have a way of brightening up my world, if only
for a few minutes. I miss the company of my family and friends, and all the joy
that comes along with that.
So,
while everyone in Indonesia would freak out. If you are reading this and able,
send some white stuff my way.
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