Over at the New York Times, Melissa Kirsch provides a description that well may describe my relationship to winter: “A few years ago, I had the rather rudimentary realization that my aversion to being cold was causing me to shrink my life to fit within the walls of my apartment during winter. I’d decline invitations, measuring the worthiness of an activity by its proximity to a thermostat. When I realized being cold is not an emergency — it’s just discomfort, and discomfort can be tolerated — I got a better winter coat and stopped dreading February so much.” I still have too much native Floridian in my blood to relish winter’s approach, but perhaps this winter will be milder and my travels wider.