In all honesty, I don't miss some of those wintry indicators. It's nice not to go for days at a time without seeing the sun, and I'm perfectly fine not driving on snowy roads. And really, doesn't the "winter wonderland" thing lose its charm for most of us once the holiday season winds down anyway? (Tell me the last time you sang "Let it Snow" in February.) One thing I appreciated about living in Memphis was that it was not business as usual when real winter weather hit; the few "snow events" that occurred each year would pretty well shut everything down so you'd be encouraged not to leave home at all until temperatures went back up. It was just enough wintertime, and I do miss that sometimes. Maybe I'm just pining for a couple of snow days to take a breather from it all.
We're all familiar with the sense that time seems to speed up as we get older, but I don't really like the feeling that I'm having lately that I've jumped over days at a time and lost my reference point for "present." On the one hand, it is a bit reassuring to realize that the answer to "Where did the time go?" is that it actually hasn't gone anywhere yet, and reset myself accordingly. On the other hand...well, I'm at a stage of life where I don't want time to move any faster than it has to. My fear of fifty has been documented, and I'm pretty well aware that I have much more time behind me than ahead of me, thanks.
And so I remind myself, often, that we're not even one month into the new year yet. I've got lots to do, but there's still plenty of time to get it done.