Sick of Winter by Abbie

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Spring can come any time as far as I’m concerned. I’m tired of looking at snow, feeling arctic air on my face, and walking like a little old lady over ice to keep from ending up horizontal. I live on a side street built into a hill. In order to get anywhere on foot, I have to ascend and descend an incline. Sidewalks aren’t always shoveled, and the street is a mess because the city only bothers to plow main thoroughfares. This makes walking out of the question, so since I don’t drive because of my visual impairment, I must depend on the minibus and friends for transportation during this time of year.

Wyoming state welcome sign, along Interstate 8...

 

I could move to Florida to be closer to my brother, but it’s miserably hot and muggy during the summer, as I discovered last year when I attended his wedding in July. Besides, my house is paid for, and relocating would be a big hassle. I’ve grown attached to Sheridan, despite its idiosyncrasies, so I’ll stay put and complain about winter in Wyoming. The following poem from That’s Life illustrates how I feel about snow now that I’m older and more likely to break bones if I fall.

 

AN ELEMENT OF WHITE

 

I knew it was coming,

 

but silent, unwelcome,

 

it crept into my awareness.

 

When I looked out the window,

 

It was everywhere, the sidewalk,

 

grass, street all covered in milky white.

 

Unexpected, unwanted, there it was.

 

I couldn’t make it go away.

 

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