This morning around 7 a.m. it was 30° F in CT. In Tampa, 70°, a forty degree difference.
Connecticut is experiencing what is commonly known as "killing frost" in the mornings, meaning a frost that kills the annuals (as in flowers and plants) every year. Come to think of it, "killing frost" would be a cool rock band name, wouldn't it? 🙂
As a child on a cold October morning, I would get up at 6 a.m. and the view from any window in the house was pitch black outside, and I mean black. You couldn't see a thing unless you had some sort of illumination. After getting ready for school, Pop would take my sister and I to the front of the driveway to wait for the school bus. My stomach was queasy from nerves, the cold and knowing I would be a million times more comfortable back in my nice warm bed.
All the seats were cold on the bus. Then for some reason I would wonder why school buses don't have seat belts. Then the lonely trek to school began. My mind would be swimming with ambient nonsense because I didn't get enough sleep as usual. You could feel the cold coming thru the closed window you sat next to. The queasiness in my stomach would stay there until I got to school. Sometimes it lasted all day until I got home.
During my high school daze, that all too familiar cold morning queasy feeling contiuned, but it decided to show up at a different time - right as I entered the school grounds. But only when the weather was cold.
Years later when I would get up to go to work, that same queasy feeling came back whenever I had to deal with cold mornings once again. It's like some sort of internal warning system thing that says to me Yes, cold sucks. It's okay to feel this way even though I didn't like it, obviously.
I'm thirty-one now. The queasy feelings are now 100% gone.
When I check the weather up north from time to time, I still get a hint of that queasy feeling just seeing the temperature. When I read that it was 30° this morning @ 7 a.m. in area code 06241, I shivered for a moment as if I were cold. The psychological impact hits me that hard.
I used to tell friends all the time I hate cold, but none of them (until now) ever really knew how much it bothered me. It caused me a lot of grief to the point of feeling slightly sick on most cold mornings. I cannot explain the rhyme nor reason why it happened, yet it did.
I no longer feel this slight nausea when waking up and getting ready to do whatever it is I have to do. In fact, I find joy instead.
Joy is good. 😀
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