As much as I try not to think about it, the cold comes when it comes and that is always sooner than I want. Out come the down parkas and multiple layers of clothes. Winter shoes, heavy gloves, windproof layers and way more laundry than expected for a little person becomes my life. Just as much as the cold wind reminds of why I hate winter, I am reminded how much I love the warmth of the sun. I suppose it takes one to make you appreciate the other. Now begins the time of faded color, open skies and vistas. With the canopy gone, the elements of winter seem so prominent. Winter has arrived.