There are no berries in winter

While I was walking home today my hands got cold, so I was forced to take a break from my phone while I warmed them.

Yeah, I know. Life is so hard.

Well, the point is, I got off my phone and started looking around.

And it was beautiful!

The snowflakes twirled and swirled as they fell, like they were performing a choreographed dance.

Icicles were slowly forming on rooftops and under cars.

Fresh powder crunched lightly under my sneakers.

And there was this enormous flock of robins.

No, really. It was massive. There were like, 80-90 of them! It was insane. And they were all eating berries and I was like,

“Where’d you get those berries? It’s the middle of winter!”

The birds didn’t answer because it would be rude of them to speak with their mouths full.

Why were they even still here anyway? What’s the point of being a bird if you don’t fly south at the first sign of snow? If I were a bird, I would’ve made it to southern Arizona by the end of October.

Well, I left the birds to they’re berry eating—they never answered my question, they just kept eating—and continued on to my neighborhood.

When I got to my street, it was… empty. No one shoveling driveways, no one getting mail. No kids building snowmen or making snow angels or throwing snowballs. Not a single soul out enjoying the beauty.

I could almost imagine what my neighbors might be thinking behind their closed blinds…

I hate winter. It’s too cold. I can’t wait for summer to come. I’ll make it come faster by binge watching Disney Plus while sipping some hot chocolate. Wait a minute, why is all the hot chocolate powder gone? “WHO TOOK ALL THE HOT CHOCOLATE POWDER!?!”

And instead of settling for a glass of milk or driving through the beautiful snow to go buy some hot chocolate powder, they use their phones to order it on Amazon and have it delivered to their doorstep in less than two hours.

And they never see the snowflakes.

The icicles.

The berry-eating birds.

Ha.

Sucks for them.