The Stinging Breeze of Winter
Last night, I attended my son’s Christmas concert. I can vaguely remember these events when I was a kid, but I do recall singing Christmas classics while our parents ooh’d and ahh’d at how cute we all looked. It’s a tradition among all communities across the nation, and yesterday was no different with the exception that the roles had switched. I was now the father in the crowd who watched his own child sing with joy.
Once the concert ended, I scurried to the exit to meet with my son. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of days, and I wanted to make sure he knew I was there to see what he had accomplished. We embraced in a big hug and kiss, and I walked with his mother out to the lobby. I spoke to her about a few details about the upcoming weekend, said my goodbyes, and walked toward the exit.
As I opened the large double-paned glass doors, a massive gust of cold, Arctic air hit me in the face. Many of the people around me dove under their massive coats, yelling in agony at the cold’s bitter assault on their skin. “Oh my God! It is freezing!”, yelled a mother next to me.
I didn’t skip a beat, strolling through the lot as if the wind was welcome to do its worst. Crossing the emergency parking section, the wind picked up even more, blowing my peacoat around back and whistling through my dress shirt. It fiercely pierced into the pores of my face. I looked up and out into the sky…
There’s something comforting about the cold air of the winter, blowing through your hair as you look up at the stars. It is almost as if it is cleansing you of whatever bad shit happened that day. Whatever challenges, stresses, or problems you had, it takes care of the heat and gives us a new beginning. I’ve always embraced the cold, and everybody I know can’t figure out why the winter is one of my favorite times of year.
In my mind, it’s a time for rebirth, for new beginning. Go outside and embrace it.