winter actuality

about the actuality, one must write. I can only recall daddy's winter stories about the snow and frigidness and how greatly they influenced people and nature. The zeal he used to tell them put me in his boots, made me step against the fierce wind, kept me for hours above the ice-hole I had dug in to catch some fish, spurred me to feed the animals… this is the actuality of missing a winter, or missing winter all together