I have decided....
I do not miss the snow.
I do not miss mittens, the crunch of boots to packed powder,
the way breath spins into white whispy clouds when it touches cold air.
I do not miss extra heavy blankets
and the contrast of slippered feet-on-cold-floors.
I also do not miss that feeling in December when home is a haven,
a safe and warm retreat from cold and dark and daunting....
I do however really miss all these folks...
(and having a fire place.
That I miss too - although given the choice I'd pick the family...)
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