"Welcome back winter once again"

I've decided that snow makes me happy.

To the extent that I've been referred to as a small child quite a few times.

I can't help it. There's nothing quite like the muffled slush and crunch of stepping prancing around in new-fallen snow, cheeks red from cold and hands numb, eyes bright and mouth open from laughing too much.

I've decided that I love the way the stars feel closer in the evening, the way that I can almost reach out to touch them, and by extension, you; how clean and intimate the air can be, stinging and cold in my lungs and nose.

I've decided that I like everything about winter. Finally.