Drafty rooms, lukewarm tea, wet socks: When the cold winds blow in, wouldn’t it be nice to curl up into a fuzzy ball and snooze through winter? Humans may not be able to hibernate in the way some animals do, but we can find moments of brief respite from the season’s chill.
So you’re not cut out for winter. You’re a victim of geography, caught in a stream of life’s currents that has lodged you in between the rocks of an icy, unpredictable place that requires boots and shoveling. This season isn’t your thing, and you’d live without it if all else within your heart wasn’t stuck in this frosty town. But it would be easier—easier than moving, anyway—to sit this one out, wouldn’t it? Just skip winter altogether? To return rejuvenated
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