I like winter. I like the bare trees and cold crisp air. I like snow that falls in pretty fluffy feathers and quickly covers the grass with a white blanket. I like being able to see the contours of each hill and ridgeline. As long as I can keep my ears, fingers and toes warm – I like being out in the cold. Which, thankfully I can stay toasty warm with my alpaca socks and gloves and hat and scarf.
So why am I still sitting here? I’m going outside!
