I know most everyone these days dislikes winter, but for me it has always been the most magical time of the year. You can hear, see, smell, and taste more in the crisp winter air; also, I love coming inside from the cold to warm up.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again. ~Lewis Carroll