Why do I love winter so much?
Why do I so love winter? The cold and desolation speak to me and without fail call me out of the house each year on a truly cold day. I like the muffled sounds of the cold; when only the brave venture out of doors and the birds don their plush winter layers. Fog and chimney smoke and the white of my breath dancing all around are intoxicating, and the air is so refreshing I take satisfying gulps. My only companions around "Hilmteich" this morning are a couple of dogs in coats with their owners, and one solitary student wearing shorts and leggings and walking fast in order to stay warm, be on time for class at the university; or both. She chose a daring outfit for -6° C (21° F) at 7:30 in the morning. When I exited our building this morning to embark on my restless need to escape into nature, I walked right into the busy world of a school morning. Children getting on and off of the tram and hurrying in their ear muffs to one of Graz