Winter is often the least favorite season. As a kid, the winter was when things became more exciting to me. And no, I wasn't off skiing some northerly slope, I'm talking about the day-to-day, average routine. Perhaps I just felt like an explorer pulling on layer after layer, and those chunky, indestructible boots, ready for discovery in some foreign wilderness.
After several years down in North Carolina, where I experienced snow fall twice, I know that winter may feel a little colder this year. But when the snow falls again, the boots splash through murky puddles, and the barren trees reach for the empty white sky, you'll know where to find me.