In the wee hours of the morning, the sound of a distant train, crickets, waterfall, and fountains I’ll miss it in the winter.  Instead, I’ll hear the steady breathing of two sleeping dogs, the furnace running, wind howling, and the murmur of the TV that never stops.

     The scent of fresh mown grass, flowers in bloom, and warm garden soil.  Instead, I’ll smell dogs, a stuffy house, and many meals cooked.

     Instead of the warmth of the summer sun on my face and arms, a gentle breeze, and the grass tickling my feet.  I’ll feel cold, the crunch of snow under my boots, the slip of ice, and burn of cold winds.

     Instead of watching flowers bend in a breeze, radiant sun shine, trees full of green leaves, and insects playing tag with each other.  I’ll watch snow blowing across the yard; icicles drip and hang from the eaves, and sunshine turning snow and ice into gleaming diamonds.

     The taste of grilled foods, fresh fruit, vegetables, and berries picked a moment before.  Instead, I’ll taste hot soups, stews, and comfort, stick to your ribs foods.

     Yes, I enjoy living where I have four seasons.  However, three of them, spring, summer, and fall are my favorites.  I’ve lived in warmer places, colder ones too.  Where I live now suits me.