Friday, November 5, 2010
Spring is my favorite season, and winter is the reason. If the frost and freeze weren't as oppressive as they are, the onset of spring--which, in these northern lands, induces nothing short of a public euphoria--would entirely lack its impact, would cease to spread its exuberant energy throughout the still-thawing communities in such dire need of Vitamin D. Though I shouldn't sell Father Winter short: the deep freeze is accompanied by a uniquely peaceful quiet, as though the chill has muffled the commotion which would in any agreeable temperature be unavoidable. Winter is ideal for those prone to stoic contemplation. Also, winter has the best Olympics.