This winter has surprised me. First, it was timid and every bit an afterthought. As of late, however, it's been hard to leave the flat for fear that my glove, scarf, vest, coat combo won't keep me warm enough. I'm used to the cold - I grew up mostly in Michigan where my memories of waiting for the school bus are filled with building snowmen and igloos. Then I spent two years in New Hampshire where it makes much more sense to invest in a good pair of cross country skis than snow tires.
I'm used to this stuff. But here...it's different. The cold is damp and makes you feel like you're bones were put in the freezer and then given back to you with a pat on the back and a 'Good luck getting warmer!' The nearly constant rain/mist doesn't help with this either. This is a winter I wasn't prepared for, but I'm dealing with it the best I can.
Typical winter day in Taksim
Wet. Cold.
Something crazy happened just today, though. I woke up early to get a run in before the track started to fill with soccer and ultimate frisbee players (not joking), and noticed that the sidewalk beneath my feet was starting to dry. It wasn't raining. Somewhere around mile 4, I felt the sun start to come out. That was it. The rainy cold days that seemed so monotonously unending lately suddenly stopped just like that. My roommates and I decided to take advantage of this upswing and walked through Bebek. The district along the Bosphorus is always beautiful, but it seems to have something more when the sun is out. Inshallah, this is the start of a trend.
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