One of us is not tired of winter. One of us is still excited every time the door opens and the white stuff is glimpsed. One of us cannot wait to run outside, to frolic and leap with boundless abandon. One of us caused my son to do a perfect face plant in about three feet of snow. (He came in, wiping his face. “What happened?” I asked. “I don’t want to tell you — you’ll laugh.” He was right.) One of us may be looking for a new home soon.