We don't have a winter here. Our winter is like fall. Our spring is like a less hot summer. Our fall is like a less hot summer. Our summer is like the fetid breath of some marsh dragon.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’” ―Lewis Carroll – Alice in Wonderland