Weather Or Not

Have you ever stopped to realize what effect the weather has on us?  Not only does it dictate the type of environment in which we live and also possibly the types of work but it goes deeper than that.  It dictates what we do, when we do it, how we do it.  And in my case also has a profound effect upon mental health.  I have found a veil of malaise that creeps over my psyche when the winds of the winter are knocking at my door. It’s always been this way with me.  Depression making it’s ugly head visible at the onset of winter.  And it doesn’t begin and end with me.  Imagine this.  Our next door neighbor sent us an email.  I realize and email is much less invasive than a phone call.  You answer when you want, you really receive it when you want by deciding when to open it.  The email was to inquire about our situation, how we were doing, what is new in the neighborhood upon their return from a weekend trip.  Why the email?  Because I believe it’s just too damn cool and gloomy in the hinterlands of western Pennsylvania to do otherwise.  The email made me laugh as their back patio is approximately 25 feet from ours but no way in hell was anyone going to step out to acknowledge the other. So my thoughts have given way to the warmer climes of the snowbirds.  The consultating stint that I have been engaged in is coming to an end.  I informed my roomate just last night that we would be wintering in Florida.  Now the search begins for exactly where to go, but at this time, it doesn’t matter, as long as the sun shines there.