I've lived in a cold climate my entire life, and, initially, winter is truly exciting. It provides the much-needed festive break after dreary and dark November with Christmas holidays, not to mention outdoor sports and fun when the weather is mild enough. By the end of January, however, I already yearn for seasons to fast-forward, and for spring to arrive as soon as possible. No more layers, no more ice! And yet, I will miss meager—in terms of color—icy abstractions decorating rooftops and blinding passers-by with their brilliance.
Sometimes, the most mundane scene—snow-covered trees on the river bank—may appear striking in brilliant sunlight. Deep grooves in tree bark stand in contrast to smooth curves of all that fallen snow enveloping tree trunks painted yellow by the sun against the clear blue of icy waters behind it.