This is only my 3rd winter here in Washington, but words can't even describe the psychological toll it is beginning to take on me. And, depending on the whims of the Navy, we may be here for several more years. I don't care about the snow, I don't like the gray, I don't like the rain and I don't like being cold. The longer I stay in the house the more I want to stay in the house. I can feel my antisocial tendencies taking over as I withdraw farther into my shell. I'll come out again in the late spring, after the sun returns.
I just want to walk on the beach, feel the hot sand between my toes and hear the gulls singing over the roar of the ocean. I want to feel the swirl of the waves around my legs as the summer sun beats down on my face.
Pomegranate seeds, anyone?
Vivid Tribe
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Oh do I hear you. I tend to hibernate in the winter for these very reasons. I can not wait for spring. To see the flowers bloom, feel the grass beneath my feet, and feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
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