Change/13–Cold days

We’re in a cold snap here, and it’s about to get colder–below zero at night tomorrow, barely above during the day. I was saying to a friend this afternoon that the anticipation of winter has, thus far, been worth than the reality this time around–and I feel this way in spite of a once-in-decades ice storm that left us without power for six days. We’ve had a lot of snow, a lot of cold, and my car has the scratches to prove it (H slipped off the road, not once but twice–the second time immediately after digging the car out of the snowbank it slid into the first time. Poor guy.) But as long as you layer up–silk underwear is a godsend–it’s ok. Or I’m getting used to it. Or both. If I think about all this, I can see it as a proof of the ability to experience and create gradual change, the sort of change that is invisible until, all at once, you see the resulting transformation. Where else might this principle apply for me?