This past weekend, I found winter.
It had gone missing from my life.
Growing up in Montreal and Ottawa, winter was a natural part of the year’s cycle. Moving to southern Ontario, I became accustomed to the milder climate but I continued to count on winter. It was there – at first. Unfortunately, with global warming and more travels, these past few years have made real winters almost non-existent for me.
In a real winter the air is cold but also dry, making it quite comfortable if properly dressed. In a real winter the snow crunches underfoot. You can count on a real winter as a source of entertainment whether it be skiing, snowshoeing, or simply walking. In a real winter, you return home from a day’s outing to food that tastes better than at any other time of year and to the best sleep of your life.
Finding the real winter is part of the reason that my escape to northern Ontario was such a treat. That and the amazing women I met, the new experiences I enjoyed, and the wonder of nature made it a special winter retreat weekend.
Many people focus on retreats in warmer climes. If you have the chance, though, give a winter retreat a try. You won’t regret it.