Winter is tough. I should have no wits left, given the number of times I have coped with sheets of ice (as in "scared out of my wits"). Walking in the winter is a unique sensory experience (there was one night recently that I had fun making my way home in a snow storm). Snow is more fun than ice. I prefer cold to bitter cold. All my gratitudes that I wrote about last week are still in place. I am still wearing my waterproof shoes (puddles).
Yet, how to explain the sense of joy and relief when the weather turns?! Walking to the station this morning was a pleasure, and basically clear for the first time since early January. To make it to Spring upright! Wow!