When the snow comes and covers each object with a blanket, something in me changes. I love the changing of the seasons, and so I put on my winter personality as each day grows colder. In years where there is not enough cold, I feel as though something is missing. The change of the seasons give me a marker of time to measure where I have come from and where I will go. My winter personality is the one that braces its self for darkness and cold. Winter is the time when I spend hours creating, beading on leather, painting, dreaming and planning. I also love to tell stories to my kids, and seek out the companionship of friends. I wonder if I would do those things if my world was constantly warm and bright.