I do a secret little dance inside and smile when it snows.

I breathe in deep and welcome the cold freshness on my face. 

I bundle up tight and wander the snowy blankets of fields and make believe I can just keep right on walking up into the sky, that there is no dividing line between space and earth.

Seasons are magic to me.

Just to see the seasons change, to be what they are, to live in them, to be their friend and most ardent admirer--this is a happiness I find little of elsewhere.

This is Winter. North Winds. Snow.