While out for a short walk this evening a number of young boys ran past me wearing shorts and a t-shirt, laughing as though they were enjoying the feel of 2˚C air against their purpling skin. Given the time of day, they were likely coming from the elementary school about half a kilometre down the road and on their way home for dinner. Seeing them without much protection from the cold reminded me of my own silliness as a child when I'd wear shorts until the mercury dipped below -5˚C and didn't even consider zipping up my winter jacket until -15˚C or a strong wind.
Doing this now would likely result in an ambulance ride.
There's a lot to like about being young. Time operates on a completely different scale. Unhealthy foods can be guilt-free pleasures for days at a time before the consequences build up to noticeable levels. And temperature ain't nuttin' but a number. When is it that our bodies change from being resilient and nimble to vulnerable and stiff? While I would not like to live through my childhood again, I would very much enjoy the benefits of being in a 17~19 year old body again1. Mind you, if I were to have a young body again, I wouldn't grow a mullet. Some youthful follies are best left lost in the sands of time.
While I still much prefer the winter to summer2, I'm not at all a fan on wearing multiple layers of thick clothes before leaving the home. Mobility is more restricted. Senses are dulled. Static is an inescapable foe. Fortunately the spring is just a few months away.
Aside from the knee pain that I used to have as a teen. My goodness that was not at all fun. For years my knees were incredibly sensitive to touch and it felt like the muscles were being stretched to the limit whenever I needed to kneel. Fortunately that cleared up sometime around 20 …
There are no mosquitoes in winter. Any season with an absence of mosquitoes will be my favourite. Unfortunately there is just one.