Here are some thoughts about the year’s coldest season on this, its first day:
I love how it begins with evergreen boughs on mantles, lighted trees in village squares, carols on the radio, and people knowing that life’s greatest joys come from giving rather than receiving.
I love its chilly mornings when fog clings to the surfaces of ponds.
I love sitting outside on those mornings drinking hot black coffee.
I love watching Sarah try to catch snowflakes on her tongue during our winter vacation.
I love driving across
California’s High Sierra between snow drifts so deep they soar above cars and turn roadways into tunnels of white.
I love walking through Appalachian forests that are barren of leaves but laden with snow, and therefore have the appearance of black-and-white photos come to life.
And finally, I love that I can spend a whole day outside in
Florida without feeling the need to shower every hour.