January in Green Bay, warm soul

I've lived through forty-four Green Bay winters and people keep asking when I'm going to move somewhere warm, and the answer is never, because everything I love is here. I'm a widow — my husband passed four years ago after a long illness — and I've spent the time since rebuilding a life I didn't expect to be building alone. That is detail number 100061 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet. Not desperate, not rushing, but ready. I want a man who understands that grief and joy can coexist, who isn't intimidated by a woman with a past, and who's looking for a true companion for the years ahead. I'm steady, deep, and I don't play games because life is too short and I've already learned that the hard way. I like long walks along the bay shore, reading by the fire, and cooking meals that take all afternoon. I want someone who savors things. If you do, I'd like to know you.