Winter
Winter is a good time. Probably, for me, the best of times.
Winter is cold. A time to bundle up in jackets, a time to enjoy the fireplace, a time to enjoy frost on the ground, and snow in the woods. Freedom from sweating, from sunburn (for the most part, anyway!), from unbearable heat that you can’t escape.
Winter is quiet. Especially when there’s snow on the ground, there is a muting effect that makes the land and the world seem quiet. People stay inside, they don’t go out as much, and the world is quiet.
Winter is dark. I’ve always preferred night over day, although recently I’ve preferred night for sleeping most of all, and I feel the same way about winter. The light isn’t blinding, the world’s colors are muted, and things are calm.
Winter is sleepy. But, conversely, it’s also very good to be awake. Trudging (a word that, in my opinion, can only be used in the winter) through the snow, walking through a winter forest, following a snowy riverbank to a frozen lake, and then going in and sleeping for 14 hours, these are all good things.
Winter is the holiday time. How strange it would be, to me, to live in the southern hemisphere, where the holidays occur in the summer! But I live in the northern hemisphere, although not far enough north, and I love the holidays. Christmas lights and night are priceless.
Winter is forgetful. A time when the business and busy-ness of the other seasons is blanketed, and when much of it fades away, never to be remembered again. A time of burying the past in the clean snow, and looking across the plains to something better in the future.
Yes. Winter is a very good time.