Spending a little extra time outdoors to save ourselves from going crazy these last few weeks. I learned to cross-country ski, which was somewhat harrowing. I actually fell about 15 times more than when I've been learning to downhill ski. But it was beautiful out on the trail and quiet in that way that only snowy woods can be.
I'm appreciating the slow lengthening of the days. Not driving home in utter blackness really helps my moods. And a few warm and cheerful touches inside the house, combined with some outdoor activities (when the temperature isn't in the negatives), is keeping me sane.
Under a few inches of snow as I write this, and it's still falling. I've been here for a little more than a year, and heavy snowfalls still feel like magic to me.