I blink and not only has another month ended but it's practically the end of another year. While I will save the evaluation of 2-0-1-3 for another time, the knowledge that this is a new month has made me pause and reflect.
It's my first winter out of grad school, and it's nice to feel things slowing down rather than ramping up for a set of stressful finals (although one of my very favorite memories of winter involve bundling up for a late, late night at the library with a friend, ginormous coffee in hand, while we pounded out three papers in less than 72 hours for one life-changing class). It's nice taking in the season, taking it as an opportunity to get cozy with the husband and the (stinky) dog, to nest, to skip to the neighborhood coffee shop and have a steaming cup of cortado con leche, to open the window and appreciate the weak winter light shining through snow flurries, to just appreciate what it feels like to be warm. It's a month meant for enjoying the little things in life, if only because we're all forced to slow down--literally!--by a multitude of layers, clumsy in our gloves and scarves.
Hot tempers don't seem to go with the winter season; hugs and warm smiles and lingering do.