The light is low. The air - cold and crispy blue. The ice - smooth as glass...inviting.
All of a sudden - everywhere I look - it's winter.
I do love this season. I love the long nights....the invigorating cold...the warmth of blankets and socks and hats and mittens. I love the blue skies..the dazzling light...the sparkle.
I love snow - so clean and pure and white.
But more than any of all of that - I love the memories of a childhood past. Of sledding..of skiing..of skating on lakes and ponds and rivers - frozen solid. Of hot chocolate and cider. Of bundling up and venturing out..and - then - returning in. To comfort. To safety. To where it was always home.
Everywhere I look - it's winter. And everything I see - reminds me of my youth...and of me.