I love winter - esp really really cold ones - when its like -15 outside and sunny and everything is covered in powder snow... it's perfect absolutely pristine... the air is so thin and sharp, sounds carry for miles and there is a wonderful clarity to the moment, the snow and the sun make everything bright and clean... sometimes if you look at the top of the hill you might be lucky enough to see the wind lifting the powder from the tops of the pine trees in long delicate curving plumes, really winter is the most immediate and powerfully present of all the season - spring is full of joy and summer has a lovely sexually charged indolence, but for the me the hard, cold reality of winter brings life in such a harsh focus that it forces you to feel totally alive, to feel every second of every minute...