Winter is coming. I feel myself settling more and more. I’ve always known that as the Summer fades and Fall & Winter arrive, something in me becomes much more grounded. I love the snow. I love the freezing cold air. I love the sound of my board as I carve down the mountain. In the winter, I’m wild and free. When everything seems to be dying I come alive. Infinite patience. The patience to see something unfold naturally and not force it all while remaining cool, calm, and collected. Patience is not something I had in my life for a long time until I stopped grasping at everything that I wanted for myself. I realized that some things take time, especially development, and that…