I used to love winter, when things are forced to slow down, and you step out into a light snowfall which has already set 6 inches of untouched beautiful crystals on top of everything, and at night the streetlights bring those crystals to life. Nowadays I want to love it, but at 72 it’s so much more daunting and takes longer to accept and get the right mindset. But I must say that being 6 weeks into full winter inevitability, I’m beginning to embrace it, such that even zero degree temperatures seems almost exciting. Crazy huh? I think it’s layering, and acceptance of the fact that it’s here to stay that’s finally sunk in. So I’ll bundle up, take a deep breath, and step out into that awakening wind. Oops, wait a minute, I forgot the hand warmers.