Happy Halloween

The days grow short. The nights grow long. Trick or Treat came a little early this week with some pre-Halloween snow here in the Adirondacks.
All summer long, I wait for the first snow. It's not that I ski or snowmobile, although I do take to the woods on snowshoes when I have the time. It's just that I have always loved snow and feel most alive during the colder months of the year. It is because of the snow and cold that I picked the Adirondacks to live in. That and the mountains, lakes, rivers and forest.
Perhaps it is just the ancient pagan in me, something that draws me to my roots in far away Europe (Bavaria) when the last Ice Age still held the land in its mystical embrace.