I love snow. The way it flutters down, peacefully, without a sound or care. The way it smooths the world into a clean layer of pure white. The way it piles in the most precarious of piles, in each individual branch of of each tree. The way it crunches when I step on it.

I love the cold. Well, not the cold but escaping from it. Burrowing in a nice warm bed. Standing before the fireplace, reading a book and hearing its sound. A hot bath that fogs windows and mirrors. A movie with popcorn below a blanket. The clean smell of the outside.

In this the last day of winter, I want to pay tribute to what makes this season so beautiful. The Christmas vacation full of joy and light. January, which so many people find depressing but that I find fresh and new, brimming with the possibilities of a new year. The beautiful snows of February, that cover the world in peace, quiet and white, and the winds of March that bring the scent of the newly bloomed flowers. The clouds that bring all these, the overcast skies that bring rain and shine. And most of all, seeing all this through the windows, warm and comfy, with a nice mug of hot chocolate.