In praise of winter
You know how it is when couples first get together. You ask all kinds of questions. What’s your favorite book, movie, color, season?
“Winter,” I told my future wife, and not to be contrary. I do love winter, and I’m not even a skier.
Winter is pure, the air intoxicating. And the light is delicious. The low sun hugging the horizon strops an edge to all it touches. And the birds? Fabulous. Only in winter do I
