by Kelly Fahey
Almost every morning I wake up and take the short three-block jaunt from my apartment down to Tate Street Coffee. Whether I’m on my way to class, going to get some writing done or just want to pick up a paper and have some solitude, it’s just become part of my daily routine over the years.
Nothing is more satisfying to me than a hot cup of coffee on a frigid morning. The heat welcomes me as soon as I open the door to my neighborhood coffee shop, and I get my hands on that wonderful elixir that I pretty much can’t go without anymore.
Sure I like iced coffee, and sitting outside on a porch with friends, but getting bundled up and braving the elements for my morning coffee really makes me enjoy it that much more. The more I think about it, the cold weather brings a lot of things I love.
Social gatherings become more intimate because people don’t want to walk to your house unless they truly want to spend time with you, and you’re forced inside to escape the cold. You crank the heat up or start a fire and drink red wine or whiskey, beverages that are synonymous with the cold for me.
Even sitting around at my house and doing absolutely nothing is more enjoyable during the cold months. It’s easier to be lazy when you have the weather to blame. This is probably the western New Yorker in me talking, but I always look forward to the winter.
Last year when the brunt of the polar vortex had all of Greensboro shut down for the better part of a week, some friends and I holed up inside for a whole day, drank mimosas, ordered pizzas and binge-watched Netflix. Honestly, I’ll take that over a walk in the park most days, although I’m sure I’ll be longing to go on a bike ride when February rolls around. The grass is always greener.