These days are short, and cold.
Nights are long, and colder.
Colors are muted, subtle.
Adding layer after layer of insulation slows movements, renders us ponderous, lethargic.
The collective result: We feel less athletic than at any other time of year.
Despite all of that, there is just cause for simple celebration.
We are alive.
The sun rose this morning.
The universe dumped a few more inches of heaven upon us.
We had another opportunity to say yes, we choose to embrace our current reality.
It isn't idyllic.
It's what we make of it.