Thursday, 6 February 2014
A Cold Day
There's still a part of me, leftover from childhood in the tropics, that equates sun shine and blue skies with warmth. This week has been a betrayal of the highest order. I know it's cold outside, but a voice in my head whispers that if I find the right park bench in the right sunny spot, there will be a tingle of warmth.
I go searching for this magic park bench, but first things first. Little feet have to be double socked inside their gum boots. Mittens must be negotiated onto wiggly fingers, puffy coat zipped all the way up and a toque jammed down tightly onto an eager head. Ready.
The Little Miss moves a bit more slowly than usual under all her layers, but manages to climb the playground stairs. I circle. Searching. Hoping. Wishing I'd worn double socks too. She's at the top of the slide, maneuvering her padded bum into the right place. "Ready" she calls, then weeee -- all giggles and smiles into my waiting arms.
Half an hour later, we found that tingle of warmth at home, in front of the fire.
Do you venture out on cold days?