I had a beautiful walk to work this morning. I know it won't always be this way, winter does get tiresome, but for now I just want to enjoy it. The way crunching accompanies my footsteps, the blue shadows on the snow, the evergreens with their heavy branches, the sun making the snow sparkle, my breath puffing out in front of me, the rosey cheeks... Today I'm in love with life...

But come mid-january I know I won't feel the same way.

Come mid-january I will beg, cheat, and steal to get a ride to work and avoid the frigid walk.

But as I type this, even though my cheeks still burn and my fingers are stiff, it all seems worth it.