The brown in me, being born in the tropics is not genetically made for the cold. Having lived in Canada for decades, I know I am not made for the cold. However I can handle and tolerate the cold, what I absolutely cannot survive is the gray, cloudy, gloomy days. The brown doesn’t do gray.
When i was little the last thing I wanted to do was be inside the house. Later my parents wouldn’t allow me in the house. We played until they called us in for the night. In those days, there were no video games nor were we watching television. When my daughters were young I use to take them puddle jumping in the rain, but that was because being inside made me stir crazy.
When I was living in Canada I liked nothing better than sleeping in a freezing room under blankets, but I don’t enjoy that coldness coming from an air conditioner. I like the heat in the tropics and the humidity. I know in winter I use to hate the heat from heaters, prefer fireplaces. I know people who love their air conditioned homes and cars, and artificially heated houses too. Maybe the brown in me hates artificiality in not just people, sentiment but atmosphere too.
So how does age change you? Today when the day began cloudy and it rained heavily all day with the temperature dropping rapidly, I found myself looking forward to it. It has to be age. I wanted to put on layers. I wanted to eat stews and chili’s. I wanted to put on a hoodie and drink coffee and curl up with book. Now that the hair has started to turn gray, maybe the brown itself is turning a little gray. A little gray never hurt anybody.
Source: ItsTheBrownInMe
