I’m a climate coward. I like that label better than Snowbird. Northern winters don’t work for me anymore. I relegate Sunday for catch-up calls with friends and family, whom I’ve left out in the cold. A few Sundays ago, after hanging up from one of my favorite couple’s call, I didn’t experience the high I usually felt. Our conversations typically include everything and the kitchen sink; a little gossip to keep me apprised of the latest local personalities and events, shared curiosity about certain celebrities.