Tis the season in Life

Dear Gregory,

I am snooping around here more than I have any community since when short.
I am proud of me for this. Way to be a pseudo-extravert.
Looking back, when Compuserve was nearly new it was impossible not to snoop because there wasn’t much else to do. That site was set up to be in each other’s faces.
And when Prodigy was around there was so much color and socialization because we introverted geeks were full of righteous cutting-edge superiority and had finally found our voices. Banding together was almost unavoidable.
Ugh, I miss Prodigy.
It was like a rainbow of goodwill, brain games, and bulletin boardiness.
You can’t truly understand what that means unless you were a P$er because “BBs” of today are very different. …though that may be my silly inner child speaking.
After P$ crapped out things changed and the yen to extend oneself toward strangers went poof.

But I digress.
I have been scoping a handful of the recent posts on Prosebox’s main page each day and found a common theme.
People
Hate
Winter
cold, dark, messy, shivery, slippery, unfriendly, wet winter
Except me, tch.

I am not a fan of ice, no.
But the newness of winter snags me every year.
Snowfall is pretty, and color is punctuated by the white.
Far from feeling like a washed-out world, winter seems to sharpen the senses and force them to better appreciate what we otherwise take environmentally for granted.

Of course were you to talk to me on a day when SAD was biting my butt I might sing a different tune.

Last updated February 13, 2019