Winter. Sky grey with snow coming down in slowmotion flakes, virgin white falling asleep on your shoulders and cap and touching your lips ever so lightly. Lights behind windows that pull visitors to come in from the cold. Comforting. And looking forward to the holiday season in the absence of religion, with food and lights and people that come to visit. With presents, that remind of youth, when for a girls and boys Christmas was magical and an anchor in time; like the last day of school or a birthday.