2:30 am, Christmas. He was tucked in all warm and sleepy. I said I had to go out, just one more time. The snow was piling up something lovely and rare. As I walked away from our porch, it came almost to my knees. There was no sun, and yet seemed as bright as day. I’ve never known my little corner of town to be so quiet, and almost felt as if I was disturbing it in its enchanted reverence. And with that, I say goodbye to Winter, my arduous and beautiful friend. It took 25 years, but I’m happy to say I’ve learned to love you.