Daily writing prompt

How do you feel about cold weather?

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There exists a proper time for cold—it’s welcome in December, perhaps extending into January if I’m feeling generous. Like a short stay, a polite hello, a brisk wind may be forgiven. But beyond that? I dare say, you’re loitering. I admire cold… from the inside of my heated car, or when the lights are twinkling outside and I’m safe inside… or when the soup pot is on the stove.

I must say, I don’t envy those who thrive in the cold, who waltz in cold like it’s a spa day. While admirable, this remains foreign—and unpleasant, to say the least.

My tolerance? My voice begins to shine like a space heater—while wearing a coat, a scarf, and a look of suspicion, fully prepared to file a complaint the moment it dips below 45°F. I possess no fondness for weather that bites uninvited.

Cold weather is like that one guest—shows up festive, stays too long, and suddenly you’re counting the days ‘til spring. It overstays its welcome well beyond the bounds of hospitality.

Signed warmly, but reluctantly,
Respectfully, a 72-degree soul

“Hospitality may endure the chill, but even a lady knows when to close the door.” -TRC