Until I was an adult, and in the army, I really didn’t know there was much in the way of seasons. In Los Angeles, it’s largely hot most of the year. Yeah, it gets cold, but their idea of cold and what Virginia was like this last year … well, that’s apples and oranges. It was a really, really big deal when it got cold enough to actually freeze the water pipes,which happened once.
This photo is very typical of how Southern California looks. It was taken during the winter:
I didn’t even see snow until I was 25, and that was also while I was in the army. It gets cold enough in Los Angeles for snow maybe once every 25 years or so. Maybe.
My first year after I transferred to Washington, DC, we had a blizzard. I’d seen some snow in Washington State, but not a blizzard. I locked my keys in my car while I was trying to shovel snow off it. I got stuck multiple times in the snow (the army said, “Come to work in the snow.”). I had to wear Class B uniforms in the snow, and it wasn’t made to keep warm … exactly how is snow fun?
We had 56″ inches of snow one year, which was a record. People were leaving cars parked in the middle of the street because they got stuck. No one shoveled off the sidewalks, so pedestrians walked on the streets, competing with the cars. Pedestrian paths on the sidewalks were human foot wide, so it was easy to fall and get snow onto my clothing, which now meant wet and cold. Then my heat went out during the coldest time and I was freezing! Exactly how is this fun?
So by the time I’m nearing the end of winter, I just want it to be warm again, so I can go around in tank tops and shorts and soak up the sun.
Mmmmm. Hot. Sun.
This was from a writing prompt at The Daily Post.