We are four-ish feet of snow into the season and I suspect that it won't be long before people start feeling the wintertime blues. I've even wondered if and when I will start feeling them myself. I have really been looking forward to my first real winter, but I am also assuming that you can only hibernate for so long before you start wanting to get out and do other things, right?
But so far, so good. I am thoroughly enjoying the slow pace of the season. I have been reading even more than usual and I still find myself surprised that, post-graduation, I can read whatever I want and it not conflict with my school reading. I am still re-reading the Harry Potter series (currently half-way through The Half-Blood Prince) and I am almost finished with Get Me Out: A History of Childbirth. It's fascinating and makes me wonder how any of us are alive today. Amanda Verzello, if you are reading this, you would love it!
I have also been taking long walks around the park and my neighborhood as much for the activity as for the scenery and I have developed a great appreciation for the fact that my mail is delivered on foot by a postman pushing a handcart. It's so charming and old-fashioned.
The slower pace of wintertime also reminds me of simple pleasures that might be easily overlooked in a busier time of year, things like warming up from the inside with an afternoon cup of tea or watching favorite childhood films back-to-back because it feels like the best way to spend a snowy night.