So somehow, knowing that today is actually the first day of Winter is comforting. Coming from someone who appreciates the beauty of snow but really, REALLY doesn't like being out in snow or the cold, this may sound odd.
It has felt like Winter for "so long" now that knowing it begins today makes it feel like it'll be over sooner. Even though in reality, it's starting later than it feels, it could be perceived as "OH NO! It's going to last forever!" that's just not the case for me today. Ask me again how I feel if it's snowing in April, though.
For today this bad New Englander, who truly hates the crunching sound and feel of snow under her feet; the biting, stinging painful coldness in the fingers, toes, and nose even when wearing the warmest of coats, gloves, boots, and scarves; the frigid wetness of snow and ice; the dinginess that once white snow takes on in it's limited rainbow palette of grayness that comes from traveling, can appreciate the literal beauty of Winter and see God's work of art in every snowflake, and feel the peace that a snowy landscape in Connecticut can evoke.