As many of you can probably empathize with, I had a lot of mixed emotions toward the rather large snowfall and, more generally, the wintry weather that settled upon Oneonta recently.
On one hand, when I was growing up, I always liked winter. Like most kids, I loved sledding and snow angels and snowball fights (and consequently tolerated the chapped lips and numb fingers that often accompanied them). Even though it’s extremely cliché, I’ll admit that there are few things I love more than cozying up next to a warm fireplace, reading a good book, and drinking a mug of tea as the snow accumulates outside. Winter seems to bring with it a sort of sentimental, homey feeling that warms you up from the inside out and makes you want to hug everyone you see. Either that or seasonal depression.
Every year, after a month or so of snowy wonderfulness, I’m ready for spring.
Like, fully ready. Winter seems less picturesque and more dismal and slushy. Getting my feet wet when walking from the house to the unreasonably freezing car aggravates me way more than it should; and staying locked up inside because the streets are slick with fresh snow and ice is no longer exciting, it’s just irritating. It’s times like these when I think of Cicely, Alaska: the fictional frozen wasteland of the television series “Northern Exposure.”
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the series, “Northern Exposure” aired from 1990 to 1995 on CBS. It follows the story of Dr. Joel Fleischman, an asinine (but nevertheless loveable) Jewish doctor from New York City who, after neglecting to read the fine print on the contractual obligations of his medical school scholarship, finds himself stuck in a quirky little town on the Alaskan frontier. The earlier episodes of the show seem to focus more on the culture shock Dr. Fleischman experiences and his adaptation to his newfound (and rather unorthodox) surroundings.