Despite beautiful morning skies, this one taken on January 9, this is my least favorite time of year. It’s that time when the days begin to grow visibly longer. Clearly, I’m a child of autumn and the dark days of winter. Nothing pleases me more than early darkness, because then I feel fully justified in cocooning with a good mystery or a dvd, turning the phone to “off,” curling under one of the afghans my mom made for me, and losing myself for a few hours. It’s a guilty pleasure, one I don’t allow myself when the night hours are brief. Whichever is your favorite time of year, make the most of it.


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