Definitely. The winter for me is the time to slow down. The time for stories and for a recounting of the year that has passed. I always make an attempt to learn something new too. Last year it was spinning up my own node, the year before I learned to sharpen knives/axes/razors. The year before that I got into fountain pens and taught myself to write an old style of cursive. This year I’ve decided to buy a fly rod and learn to fly fish. Then spring will come, the days will get longer, and we will create more stories to tell over the next winter. Grow, die, and then grow again, like the turning of the seasons.