Winter is coming!

I have always loved the simplicity of winter.  Naked trees and cleanly intersecting lines of branches against the grey-white sky are so easy to understand.  Monotonous amounts of snow makes every street look the same street in a snow-globe.  Even the cold is simple because it drives me indoors, to where I probably want to be anyway.  Winter's cold is such a clear and unambiguous antagonist.  All of the subtlety and variety in life, whether through food or company or television, takes center stage in winter because there's such a limited color palette outside.  Winter is dinner party weather; spring and summer are cookout weather, but their delicate interplay between mosquitoes and darkness and heat and rain inevitably complicate the process.  In winter, it's cold and snowing, so the focus is inside.  We do indoor things, and we don't have to rake leaves or paint the steps.  Spring and summer make me feel bad when I'm not outside enjoying the weather; in winter I can enjoy the entertainment inside and be glad that I'm not outside.  In fact I like to be outside in the winter, just so that I can then come back inside.