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Late winter thoughts on a frigid day in New England. Not sure I wouldn’t have the same thoughts on a warm Friday in Maui in February. Have you even thought about and read about how people in different climates are affected by the weather.

Tonight in New England for example my wife and I are in PJ’s and heavy robes, dreaming of the few short moths of comfort that late spring and mid summer hopefully will bring. In Maui the people are mostly undressed, and playing trivia games about the meaning of spring, one person shouts out, I think it has something to do with cold weather. See what I mean. It’s all due to the weather, or as Bob Dylan wrote, “you don’t need a weather man to tell which way the winds blowing”. Of course Dylan was not talking about surfing. That by the way has nothing to with anything except that do  you think I would be thinking of Bob Dylan right now if I was half naked in Maui? See its climate; Cold can make you think too much.

I was thinking about Sarah Palin, I don’t want to think about Sarah Palin; I have no reason to think about Sarah Palin, because I think Sarah Palin and I have pretty much run that pony into the ground. I ask her why she keeps popping into my brain, shes looking up the word brain and getting back to me.  So I could be wrong about cold weather making all people think too much.

I was thinking about the super bowl. I heard it was colder the other day in Dallas than it was in Boston. I was glad to hear that, then I wondered, does that prove that misery loves company, or am I just still upset that the Patriots lost to the Jets, and are not in Dallas.  The players probably don’t care, they are in Maui mostly undressed. Warmth and Sun helps to heal the body and soul. Tequila and Island Drums don’t hurt either.

I was also thinking. I am very, very glad I don’t live In South Dakota. I saw pictures. The snow is almost as deep as a 7 foot 7 inch basketball players Ball…  tic tic Head at least that’s what they say in Boston. Actually, a friend sent incredible pictures of the snow depths in SD. It only made me glad I don’t live in South Dakota. Didn’t make me want any less to live in Maui, or Tahiti or any beautiful, peaceful, tropical Island but with all the comforts of home: you know internet, hot and cold running water, sewer treatment, and the entire nine yards. And throw in a snow room. I could go into and freeze my ass off to help me continue to be glad I don’t live in South Dakota.

I guess that’s why I love New England. It makes things I think about seem better than the things I have, until I realize that the people in Maui don’t know what they might be missing. See, the life cycle, close up, warm to cold, life to death, the green of spring and summer to the bright colors of fall that herald in the death of another year, for as Fall comes, leading us helplessly into the darkest part of winter, as life’s cycle brings another year to an end. We are profoundly aware of the passing of time. I know other cultures, climates, weathers, have their own ways of seeing the cycle of life. But have never felt the joy of seeing the first Crocus popping its head up as if to say, “I Love Life” After being buried in snow frozen to temperatures that make even the trees shake. The crocus is still the first to pop its beautiful head up and say “Hello world!”