There is something magical in that crisp air that turns your breath to steam, leaving visible proof of your life. Walking in the cold for no reason other than to feel the rush of warmth through your body when you go back inside. Having a perfectly reasonable explanation for wrapping yourself in a cocoon of blankets. Drinking hot chocolate and burning your mouth because you couldn’t wait for the sweet nectar to cool. Staring out at the gray sky and hoping for snow-the gentle softness that covers everything in a pure, unifying sheet. The upbeat sounds of Christmas music wherever you go. Wearing warm, baggy clothes and not feeling bad about it. Embracing the cold and all the while looking forward to spring. There is no doubt-winter is magic.