Some time around December 15th. I start to get a low down feeling. I have shopped and wrapped and I am looking forward to the New Year, but something is “out of sink”.
The gray days, the cold and the snow seem to have an effect on my psyche. I am feeling low, as if something is missing from my life. Friends have suggested my purchasing a S.A.D. light, but the price depresses me even more.
I attend meetings of my Tops group, Red Hat Society group and of course the Stringers at the Melrose Mirror. Nothing seems important at this time of the year.
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Some people call this feeling the “winter blues”. So much to do, so many places to go and still I find that I have little enthusiasm.
My friend’s family in Florida tells me how lovely it is there now. My brother and sister-in-law are happy with 80-degree temperatures in Arizona, but I am winterized.
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I realize that I am not alone in this mode. I have gone to lunch with a few of my friends that just wanted to get out of the house themselves. The movies have been a source of time spent with others also. But it is so gray out.
January and February snows come every year to New England. After 71 years I should be used to the overhanging heaviness that surrounds us.
I try to think of my home in Maine where the snow is pure white and the frozen lake shimmers in the morning sunrise. The days when I used to cross-country ski and make snow men on the beach are memories of the past.
I look forward to March when the winds blow away the winter doldrums and bring sunshine into the lives of all New Englanders. It is February, so can March be far behind?
I know that we have had snow in March and even in April on occasion. March brings the buds to the trees, birds returning from the south and a new lease on life.
Dear friends know that the perfume of the spring blossoms and the sunshine of longer days will be here soon.
Let us not despair. This winter shall soon be a memory and we can all get on with our lives. For everyone that has felt as I have let us all now think spring.
Written 2004
