Winter. Sky grey with snow coming down in slowmotion big flakes virgin white, going to sleep on your shoulders and cap and touch your lips ever so lightly. Lights behind windows that pull in visitors with urgency to come in from the cold. Comforting. And looking forward to the holiday season even in the absence of religion, with delicious food and lights and people that come to visit. With presents, that remind me of my youth, when for a small boy Christmas still was magical and an anchor in time; like the last day of school or your birthday.