Light at the end of 'The Tunnel'

Tunnel of winter is ending; nature has one thing on its mind

When the kids were young I arose every morning at 5 to walk several miles with a neighbor. Walking was easy during warm weather. But as the Northeast weather turned cold, I began to think of winter as The Tunnel, because I walked in darkness from Thanksgiving in late November to St. Valentine’s day wearing a headlamp like a coal miner. Past mid-February…