Fall and Winter have always been two of my favorite seasons. The smells in the air, the cold, and perhaps, because people tend to draw inward. I'm not much of a people person, so the fact that fewer people want to talk to me makes it a fun kind of year.
Perhaps the best thing about this time of year is the holiday. I don't really care what everyone else celebrates or even if you don't celebrate at all. What I do care about is the magic during the season. Sure, this magic tends to revolve around the Christmas holiday, but what matters to me is that brief reminder of magic in the real world. As a kid, I waited patiently on Christmas Eve for Santa's arrival, and on Christmas Day, I saw his magic fully revealed. It's a great feeling, one that is lost in the cynicism of adulthood. It's a feeling that's never quite lost though, one that lingers in the heart. It has grown again this year for me as I watch my son wonder and awe during this Christmas season.
So I wish everyone the best. I try to do that every day of the year, but it seems to magnify during this time of the year. Perhaps the magic of goodwill will spread through the air, and grow and warm during the spring. Happy Holidays!