You say you have the February blues, induced by the winter browns and grays and whites, the flat palette and the breath-stealing cold and the stinging, relentless wind, and for a while you can sit by the fire and read a good book and work on your puzzles and cook comforting food, but you begin to stir and can’t simply run the clock until spring, you have to stare down the season, but you don’t have skis or snowshoes so you put on the warmest you’ve got and strap ice cleats to your boots and get out there, in the snow and ice, crunching along the frozen trails, and you move, simply move, and steam the air with your breath and take in the winter landscape, not just take it in but stand up to it, embrace it, because it’s all you got right now.
