this time of year my impulse to snuggle up under a blanket is markedly greater than any impulse to get out in the world and explore. but braving the icy winds for a winters walk on the beach at my parents house is something i really love: seeing all the summer homes buttoned up for the winter, the patches of snow in the sand, the necklace of pebbles and shell that marks the high tide. when i’m back in the city i have trouble finding the same motivation to explore. resolving now to put on my walking shoes a bit more often this winter. to get back out there and find something worthy of the effort.