Saturday, November 15, 2014

My Name Is

  So I found out today the first day of winter isn’t until December 21, more than a month away, however, my senses are telling me otherwise. There’s a dusting of snow on my car most mornings, my nose is always cold and I’ve been wearing socks on the weekend. If you knew me, you’d know I don’t willingly wear socks, unless I’m at work or when my poor ankles beg for relief from the cold. Winter might not start until practically Christmas, but it is definitely here in Ohio pre-Thanksgiving.

  Winter is my least favorite season. I don’t like the snow, pretty though it may be, I don’t like how dark it gets so early in the day and I don’t like the extra layer of fat I seem to put on during the cold months. And yes, I’m going to blame winter for that phenomenon. With all of this dislike, you might wonder why in the world I would name myself after such a miserable time of the year (because we all know Mila Winters isn’t my government name).

  While I hate cold weather, I love the cool iciness Winters evokes. I Iove the stern and haughty images it conjures, because they immediately make me want to be naughty and shake things up. I hope my stories shake you up when you read them. I hope they bring a sly smile to your lips and a glimmer of naughtiness to your eyes. And really, I can’t complain too much about winter. Anything that practically demands the drinking of hot chocolate can’t be too bad.

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