Be Careful What You Ask For

so, basically, since i moved to new york and experienced the hot humidness with super-long days that is summer, i have prayed, nay, believed that maybe this year winter will not come. i tell you, you don't need to squint to see the manic madness in my eyes, to feel the energy, the need to believe in magic just this once. and every year, without fail, the snow comes down, we get buried in a blizzard or two and then i spend march through may begging god to bring the summer (i tell you, during those months i pray every day, at least twice a day, once just for the strength to get out of bed and face the grey cold).

and now this year? no winter. we are stuck in some crazy wet fall. i need to go out and buy me some wellingtons before i get really sick from the wet feet i have to spend my work day with. and, don't get me wrong, i am extremely pleased that i am not afraid my nose will fall off during my walk from the subway to the office. i am slightly disappointed that my winter wardrobe (kindly purchased by my wonderful shopper friend) has not seen the light of day. and i am TOTALLY freaked out by the warmness. i mean, hell, it was like balmy on saturday. i think it hit 70F (that is something like 20C or something). and so, as i was walking down the street in a light jacket, checking out the folk in tank tops and boob tubes, the manic madness crept into my eyes again. what the hell is wrong with me? i hate the cold! the last thing i want is incredible cold accompanying the wet greyness and yet...

i have visions of the arctic circle melting and new york drowning.