The poet in me wonders, what it is about this time of year—the light, the darkness, the solstice, the cold aching world, that elicits this reflective tormented soul searching in me. The pragmatist in me wonders if I’m not getting enough vitamin D and exercise, or eating too much sugar. But why separate the two? I am both poet and pragmatist. I am an animal in a landscape. I am a soul searching.