When winter wants to be friends.

If I'm really honest, winters are not my thing. I'm more of a summer girl. I like the sun and the sand and swimming and spending my days in a bathing suit instead of a winter coat. Winter is hard. The cold is hard. The darkness is hard. Most days when it's this frigid, I really just want to sit on my couch wrapped up in a blanket with the space heater on full blast aimed directly at me. Because I don't like the cold. Winter and I aren't good friends. Well, we're not good friends until those days that winter tries to persuade me that we could be friends, maybe. Like those days that I walk the dog and breathe in the cold air but for a few moments there is actually something refreshing and life giving in those cold breathes. Winter sometimes gives me those moments. You know the ones - when your face is so cold but the coldness feels... invigorating? Sometimes. Not always, but ther...