The polar vortex didn’t quite end my love of winter and snow, but it did more to damage my tendency to romanticize the season than waddling through blizzards ever did. Before Monday’s negative temperatures I enjoyed gazing out my bedroom window at night at the piles of snow glowing in the moonlight, but after the barrage of stories urging people to stay indoors the snow began to look more like a cage. As easy as it was to understand why plenty of folks don’t like the cold, it wasn’t until earlier this week that I began to look at the outside world and see winter for the grey slush that saps some of the magic from snow days.
