It happens every year about this time. Â I enter a phase I can only describe as the winter blues. Â I realize that there are some people who have been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder. Â I haven’t. Â I love three of the four seasons – with summer being my favorite. Â It’s winter that brings me down. Â The grey skies. Â The cold wind. Â It’s enough to bring out my inner bear. Â Give me a cave and I’d hibernate.

I’ve considered hitting the tanning bed – and I would if I didn’t worry about wrinkles and skin cancer. Â Besides, it’s not a tan I want – it’s the warm weather I crave. Â The sunshine. Â The feel of the sand beneath my feet – especially after a long day at work. Â Spring can’t get here quick enough.
