Winter sucks. I mean, I don't mind the cold and snow; but it sucks because I can't just casually walk outside under the trees on the back deck and puff a cigar and think about life and love.
There's always bundling up to do and staying warm and stuff.
Being a bachelor, I miss women in Winter more than any other time of the year. Stuck inside, one is naturally drawn to inside activities. I miss them, primarily their touch because it is often soft and warm. The rest of the year, I don't miss them physically, in any way.
I almost never miss women intellectually (in any season of the year), although I know many smart women. Then again, I don't miss many people intellectually--men or women.
Backgammon and whiskey and smoky rooms and classical guitar music...a way of avoiding thoughts of love during a lonely winter. And, morning writing and three hour breakfasts with the newspaper, with the sun streaming through the kitchen windows, are also good.
In fact, I think I'll go to bed so that breakfast is only a few winks away.
Writing this got be through the last half hour before sleep. Thanks for reading :)
