It's officially Winter once again. We just began celebration of this nation's most highly anticipated season by eating turkey and potatoes and getting drunk with family and loved ones. It's now time to break out the winter coat and scarves. Time for the ladies to put away their gladiator sandals and squeeze on their boots.
The opening of the Winter season also calls for love. I watch it year after year, and even if you have not noticed this cycle before, you will now.
I watch my friends fall in love at bars and bonfires. The youth get drunk trying to fight the cold nights that us Angelenos forget every Summer. They pack into bars because there aren't the usual outdoor activities to do. It's something about the briskness of the outdoors that makes people lean into each other a bit closer when talking at the bar. It's dreading coming home to your cold apartment that makes you go home with someone, or have a companion come back with you. You find comfort in the shared warmth and fall in love because that is what this season promotes... love, warmth and togetherness.
I watch these drunken Winter romances bud every year. It's the comfort of being warm and not being alone during the holidays, and it's a constant state of drunk on love & scotch.
Then April comes... and the dew starts drying up, and the sun starts coming out after sleeping for so many months. Winter jackets get put back into storage and the gladiator sandals come back out. As the layers of clothes shed, so does the drunken state of lust. Skin starts coming out to feel the sun and your attentions redirect. It's no longer love and warmth that you seek, it's skin and more skin, sun and adventures. And fun you will have until Thanksgiving next year.
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