Can you smell those fireplaces in your neighborhood that are crackling ever so merrily? The snow is dancing down down and over us and I remember that day last winter when my son decided it was a good idea to test out if his tongue really could get stuck to a metal pole in the dead of winter. I digress. Winter is fun. The skis come out, the candles burn every evening and sometimes even in the mornings (just make sure they are beeswax for cleaner air inside your home), we snuggle more to keep warm, and maybe there is a bit extra binge watching, binge knitting, or binge reading. You go to work when it is dark, you leave work when it is dark. That's just the way it is. Seasons are something magical because we grow into them.