I miss warm days. I miss being able to get outside and walk around one of my favorite places on earth. This park (see photo) is about five miles from my house, but it might as well be a million miles. There, there is no chaos, no children glued to cellphones or other devices (Well, there are, but they're not mine.) There is all about nature and serenity and getting some much needed exercise. This whole writing gig is a solitary business. If you want nature, you have to make time for it. That's easier said than done with deadlines looming, words to write, editors and proofreaders to coordinate with, and of course, family and personal obligations. I'm afraid I'm guilty of ignoring the outdoors. I let myself get into the routine of producing more work, meeting more deadlines, sitting for long, long stretches, then regretting it later. On this cold winter day, I'm in my office (of course) eager to get outside. Who cares if it's only five-degress outside, r...