Trudging to work this morning, I was starkly reminded why this time of the year is when I question why we left Southern California: I came across the foot tracks I’d left on the road last year (two days ago). There they were—laid out on the asphalt perfectly preserved like meat in a freezer—showing even the imprint of my Yaktrax ice gripers.
Did we really come back “home” to Michigan in part to experience the seasons in their full-blown glory? Did we forget that the seasons include winter! Actually we didn’t. We did want to experience winter again, but I do have to confess that when some of our friends and family turn into “snowbirds” and head to warmer climes, I do experience a bit of envy.