White Out

So the inevitable is here - the changing of seasons - the months that we are devoid of color and surrender to neutrals - winter is here. Each year it gets harder for me to trudge through winter. It's the combination of cold, early darkness and grey that cause me to seek a place to hibernate. Studies have shown that month you are born affects your perception of the various seasons - I am a May baby I really, really like the sun and warmth. So I will blame it on my birthday. Maybe this year I will again try to fool myself into embracing the winter months by finding activities that are offered in during the winter months only. Maybe.