Grey

It's 1 degree outside, according to my thermometer. At night I sleep under two heavy comforters, and my early morning trips to the bathroom are as quick as I can make them, bare feet on a cold floor, then straight back under.We have entered the season of cold and grey, which must be endured for seven or eight months every year. The warmth has gone, the trees are bare, the life around us has gone to sleep, and my electricity bill climbs as I try to keep a leaky house and office warm. Soon my days will start with shoveling, which over the coming years will likely take longer and longer.Others see it differently, I know. They love the colours of fall, the crisp clean air, the landscape of winter. They enjoy walks, snowshoeing, skiing, or whatever else you do in winter. I share their appreciation for those views, but they come far less often than the grey and the cold.If I keep working hard enough, I expect that at some point we can leave the grey for somewhere warm. Somewhere with sweet…