Memories of a long-ago July … 2007
It’s strange how the changes of the seasons work. It’s summer, and then, suddenly, it’s winter. Or at least that’s how it feels. There’s a month or so of transition (it used to be called “fall,” but it seems that fall barely exists anymore, it’s so damn short) and then you go from hot mode to cold mode and stay there for months on end.
Once you’re mired in the season (actually, I’ll apply the term “mired” to winter and “immersed” for summer, since winter is more of a chore), it feels like forever ago since the previous opposite season happened and forever again until it will arrive again.
It’s gonna be a long winter. It’s Dec. 13 and already we’ve had two ice storms in Central Illinois. There’s nothing quite like an ice storm when you don’t have a garage and you have the fun experience of spending 20 minutes in the morning getting half an inch of ice — not snow; ice, fused to your vehicle like it’s been welded — off your car with the help of jugs of hot water and your handy windshield scraper.
Don’t get me wrong; I’d miss having winter, if for no other reason than because it gives me the chance to look forward to spring and summer every year. (My sister, living in San Diego where there are no seasons in the traditional sense — unless you count wildfires — laments this, and I suspect I would if I were living somewhere with no winter.) But the thing about winter is that after about a month or two of it, you’re ready for it to be over, particularly if the ice storms start on Dec. 1 like they have the past couple of years here.
It gets dark before 5 p.m., and I find myself barely comprehending the fact that when I was on vacation in July in the westernmost part of the Eastern Time Zone, I was watching sunset at nearly 10 p.m. I look at the picture I took on the beach, and it seems like it was a year ago since that happened, not a mere five months.
Hell, two months ago I was walking around in shorts because it was so ridiculously hot in early October. That feels like forever ago.
Maybe if the snow and ice can let up for three or four weeks or so (one can hope) and allow winter to simply be cold rather than such a friggin’ slippery mess, it won’t seem like quite so long since I contemplated going outside in sandals.