shiver me timbers...

Today was the first really really cold day of this winter. And it probably wasn't even that cold. But we've been running around in t-shirts all month so hard blowing snow is a slight shock to the senses. Despite the initial shock of the freezing temperatures, I really don't mind the cold. Actually there's a lot about this season that I always look forward to. One of my favorite things about winter is seeing people so bundled up that the only thing that sticks out are little noses and bright red cheeks peeking between layers and scarves and stocking caps. And the way the covers feel when you've just woken up and you're all warm and wrapped up. Then, knowing how cold it will be once your feet hit the floor, you pull the covers over your head and hold onto five more minutes of cozy warmth, until you've talked yourself into braving the frigid air. Brrr. And maybe I also love how funny it feels to hold hands with gloves on, when neither person is willing to let go because, well, it's cold outside! And sledding - who can go all winter without trapsing up hills time and time again to get a mild adrenaline rush. That's probably one of the best ways to feel like a kid again. The more people that can pile on, the better, and we've gone on some crazy haphazard rides. Thank goodness the adventures resulted in only minor injuries. But more than anything, my favorite part of winter is standing in the middle of the street witnessing a perfect snowfall, when huge fluffy flakes float down all around you, in no real hurry to get anywhere; when everything slows down and it feels as if the whole world is finally, finally at peace.