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There is snow falling and mixing with the usual dreary rain today. It is reminding me to tell everyone why I am so alive during the winter.
You would think that Western Washington would be perfect for me because of my "hoot owl" eyes. I have huge pupils that let in so much light. A sunny, summer day is painful. A dark winter night brings me alive.
I spent almost all of my adult life in Central Oregon. Come home from work, take out the skis and go. I enjoyed the quiet insulation of snow that put a hush to the forests of Ponderosa and Lodgepole. On a clear crisp evening, there was nothing like the long evening twilight.
I appreciate the extra darkness. On my recent trip, my friend and I often began playing in our hotel room as early as 7:30pm. Of course after an active day, there is no guilt in settling in towards bet time activities early.
There are special things that wintertime can bring, but none more important than the guilt free indulgences taken in the extra darkness.