Perhaps somewhere, in some part of the world, December 21st really is the first day of winter. Perhaps children in that part of the world pull their snow boots out of storage and mittens out of cozy baskets in anticipation for the certain wintery weather to follow. Perhaps somewhere that shortest day of the year is a welcome beginning to nights by fireplaces and light blankets of fresh snow. Perhaps somewhere.
Here, though, in upstate New York, the first day of winter, that longest day of the year is welcome for other reasons. It mean that we're halfway through already. Really? Halfway already?
And this morning as I stepped out the door to a semi warmish, well at least not five below zeroish outside, I breathed and remembered that soon enough March will be here.
Mid-afternoon, though, and this is what our world looks like yet again:
We burrow back inside, glad still for the extra minutes of daylight, even if winter sure ain't over yet.
