This has been the winter to end all winters. Living in Chicago is such a blessing when the sun shines and the temperatures dance around the 75 degree mark. It is magical when the Cubbies play and Andersonville sidewalks flood with tank topped women and the street festivals pull one weekend into the next. I love my city – most of the time.
Sludge and snow – ice and wind – frozen fingers and muted recollections of what fresh air actually smells like – that is what Chicago winter has been all about this year. Don’t get me wrong – it is not about the cold and the snow in general – we live in Chicago after all – we understand wind chill – we double dog dare it to keep us from living our lives!!! It is about the unrelenting absence of the sun – the complete disappearance of tolerable temperatures – it is about nearly 5 months of kick ass winter – I didn’t sign up for this shit!!! Even the dog doesn’t want to go out and play.
I have been feeling restless and unmotivated all in the same breath. Feeling closed in and limited without an end in sight to the mundane ritual this winter has thrown me into. How many seasons of Mad Men, Friday Night Lights and House of Cards can I possible watch? How many chicken pot pies and Irish soda breads can I bake and consume all for the sake of that “keeping me warm” kind of comfort? How many pairs of stretchy pants can one girl wear out and how long can my 8pm bedtime really last?!?! I am starting to ride the crazy train – and I need to get off at the next stop….
The only thing that cures these unmistakable winter blues is the sun in my face and the wind in my hair. I think I have figured it all out…. I miss the open road – the untraveled highways and unchartered possibilities that come with the freedom of the ride. I need my motorcycle. My spirit craves the warm sun on my skin and the road beneath my little Sporty. The spur of the moment adventures – the quiet meanderings through city side streets and long pulls of the throttle down hilly country roads are the only remedy for this crazy time winter weather sickness that has taken me and taken me good.
April knocks on the door and I plan to open up and let her. Time to stretch from this dismal state of mind and reach for the great outdoors and all the wonders it brings. It has gotten so bad that I hear the roar of pipes in my dreams and realize I don’t care what the calendar says or what the weather channel promises – it is time to ride. It is time to gather good friends, face the sun, and let the road wake me from this worn out winter funk.
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About K. Guzman
Kathy grew up all over the US - lots of east coast time. She is a surfer girl with an unabridged curiosity. A woman whose mid life awakening continues to bring her to the place she was meant to be. Her degree in Journalism/Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida is being yanked from the archives and put to good use. Her two kids are grown and rock stars in this wild world – her Harley is ready for some serious summer miles – and her heart remains open to life, women and the possibilities each day brings.