As with every year, the official start of winter is the harbinger of light and warmth for me. On the very day that Winter is proclaimed, the tides of darkness begin to turn. Sure, it's not noticeable for a month or so. But deep in the marrow of my bones I know I've made it to a milestone; that the Cold Death is beginning to lose its power. It gives me strength to last through more bitter dark and cold, knowing that the light is slowly growing and with it will come more heat (eventually).