Winter is coming

I’m reblogging myself but it’s pertinent then as it is again now. I first wrote it on Oct. 10th, 2010. So, just under a year ago. I’ve changed the name from “Oncoming Winter” to “Winter is coming.”

Its getting colder outside. It marks the return of sweaters, and the comfort in weight of a cold weather month’s bed spread. Things change colors and the air is crisp.

All that is nice until I realized I needed slippers tonight for my feet were cold. That brought a wave a melancholy. …

The fall and following winter feels daunting and ominous right now. The things I love most about the cold time of year seem evil, sad. My favorite winter time artist, Bon Iver, even seems like a bastard who I don’t want to be well acquainted with again. The light nights and cold walks during a snow storm don’t seem quaint, but haunting. 

Looking back, it seems that the winter months are the times I change the most. I am not the same guy I was at the beginning of the cold as I am at the end of it. I’d like to say I grow the most during those months, but sometimes it is a regression. Spring comes and I take who I’ve become, remove the melancholy, and I’m that person until the sun stops providing warmth. Who will I be on the other side of the cold?

The fall marks when my blood becomes thicker. Syrup straight out of the refrigerator. 

And that is the haunting, ominous feeling that I have. It seems like a battle and right now I don’t want to put in the effort.