In November, I settled into the holiday spirit. I found my joy in coffee shops and bookstores.
In December, I steadied myself for the Christmas craze. I spent my time at the mall shopping for gift wrap and mistletoe.
In January, I failed at keeping New Years resolutions. I surrendered my hunger to restaurants rather than eating dinner in my own home each night.
In all of these places, I looked for tables not by the front doors, I hid in warm corners to read my books, and I watched the snow fall from closed windows on second stories where the blizzards could never touch me.
However happy this time is supposed to be, I still had to isolate myself to the indoors to stay away from all the twists and turns that the season brings.
And that harsh breeze you feel when walking by an open door in winter.