Tonight is the annual Westwood “Christmas in the Mountains” tree lighting ceremony. Historically, this event feels like the beginning of our mountain winter as snow crunches underfoot, we warm ourselves by small bonfires, sip on cocoa, and watch the lights glow. But this year, the snow has dawdled and the sun shines boldly. The girls and I haven’t been outside much this past week. We arrive home in late afternoon just as the sun sets. So today solid outdoor time was an absolute priority. Skiing can wait. For now, I am drinking in this borrowed sun and reveling in a lawn still available for play.