I was at work most of the day, only getting outside during lunch hour. I didn’t even manage my usual walk. When I finally left the office at 6:30, I walked out to my car to find big snowflakes dotting its roof. At first, I thought someone had thrown something on my car. I couldn’t believe it was snow — the sun was out at lunch time, how could it have snowed? — and I had to touch one of the flakes, to have one of the huge flakes melt under my fingertip and feel the wetness of it, before I believed that it had snowed. I wanted to have seen the snow flurry, big wet flakes drifting lazily down from dark clouds, but I had been inside. I don’t think I’m meant to be inside most of the day. Our ancestors evolved outdoors, and evolution has not designed us to spend all day inside, staring at computer screens, talking on phones, attending meetings. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel any need to be outdoors all the time — I worked as a carpenter for five years, and I worked out in the yard at a lumber yard for a year and a half, and there are many days when it is much better to be indoors. But there has to be a middle ground, some way to get more than one short hour a day outdoors.