Snow Makes It Better

I promised myself that my personal doldrums would end come February 1.  So last night, as I was laying listlessly on my couch watching VH1's Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew I was thinking to myself, "Well...it could happen...I don't know how..."  Lo and behold, I wake up this morning to a white winterland, only to discover as I'm walking out the door that it's not just the usual Chicago dusting but a significant, substantial amount of snow.  I learned something this morning: I truly love snow.  It changed my whole perspective on the world as I stepped out the door, not even remotely nonplussed that my feet were going to be soaked all day long.  And they are.  And somehow I don't care.
    And whether it be because of the blizzard-like conditions that have dumped about 1/2 foot of snow in the city OR that it's February 1st, OR the coincidence of both I now know that my doldrums are over.  I can feel it.  I was actually listing all of the sociology books not related to my special fields that I want to read--just to read them. (The change is shocking and quick!).  I have to present a paper in a couple weeks and I actually feel like I may be able to work out some interesting thoughts by then. I feel reborn...or at least returned to my previous self. With wet feet.  Joyously wet (a nice side effect: humidity has returned to the area meaning my hair's somehow curling on its own and I'm without the "itchy" feeling of January) feet.