While taking a little hike this holiday season, north of Toronto, I realized something: I like snow. There's something magical about everything changing colour to white; the trees hanging with the weight, the quiet caused by the blanket of ice on everything. Somehow, I think, it makes the chill and the dark a little easier to take. Canadians are lucky to have this transformation possible. Those in climates that don't change that much, beyond wet and dry, have a very different experience of winter. This may be a small comfort for those of us who experience Seasonal Affective Disorder, but maybe it helps? A walk in the woods, if you can find some, on a bright, cold morning can maybe be a little journey into a far country - maybe only your back yard - for a time as we wait, sometimes impatiently for the green transformation in spring.