Things that make me happy:

A fast-paced southern college town slowed down by 4 inches of white.

Sidewalks pressed smooth by hundreds of pairs of feet, still clean, sparkling silver under street lights.

Cold sharp enough to nullify the best efforts of road salt and liberate a campus for snowball fights and sledding and wild games of capture the flag.

A birthday party with spiced lamb meatballs and bacon-wrapped, almond-stuffed dates where all but one of the guests arrived on foot.

The soft silence of a cold blanket draped over all without exception, softening edges, hiding scars, reminding us that we’re not in control, and that it’s possible to enjoy that, too.