Although January seems especially long and heinous in Minnesota, there are things to love:
The squeaky crunch of new snow underfoot.
The hurt-your-eyes brightness of the sun on the coldest days.
Kids in hats and mittens.
Crazy people who will go out in this weather to dig for a medallion for the St. Paul Winter Carnival. I like to watch them from my van’s heated leather seats.
Preschoolers learning about Martin Luther King. Raisin recognizes his picture. That is amazing to me — I don’t think I had any idea who he was until the upper grades of elementary school.
February. It’s not THAT far away.