I have always adored winter. As a child getting to go sledding instead of school because the snow was piled high was such a joy. As for the cold temperatures, I believe that you can always put more clothing on. In the sweltering heat of summer, you can only take so much off before you get arrested.
Lately, what I love about winter is getting to observe the landscape change day to day, sometimes even hour by hour. No scenes change as much as they do in winter as snow cyclically falls and melts. At any given moment, the same view can appear drastically different. It helps remind me that even at times of seeming stagnation, the world is constantly in flux.
Change is certainly in the air, in more ways than one. I shall leave this post about the weather. The rest is a tale for another day.
