The other day, I was thinking about it. And I am not the biggest fan of winter. Snow is fun and picturesque until January 2nd. Then I'm done.
I love sledding, at least once. Though I don't usually go. I like the first good snowfall, I always do donuts in my car around the neighborhood. I like to ski but haven't gone since 7th grade. So maybe I don't anymore, haha.
The only other things I love about winter (holidays don't count), are all related to the sky:
I love that 1 a.m. brightness that happens sometimes. It's like broad-daylight, but it's the middle of the night. Then, those winter nights when the sky is a starry-sprinkled perfect crisp navy. Sunrise in the winter, seems to be inevitably beautiful. Sunset and twilight are one. They are, of course, my favorite winter sky. It's so romantic it nearly hurts! The seamless blend from one such different color to another.
Those are the times when I think to myself, Winter is not a completely destitute waste of a season. There is some beauty here.
