I have a complex, somewhat contradictory relationship with Winter. A part of me genuinely cherishes the serene beauty of a snow-covered landscape, the quiet hush that falls over the neighbourhood under a blanket of white, and the cosy warmth indoors.
Yet, simultaneously, there's a sense of dread for the biting cold, the endless shovelling, and the dreariness of grey skies. Winter is a season of contrasts - it's about huddling by the fire with the iPad while dreading the next venture outside. It's a time when nature's magnificence is at its peak, yet its discomforts are equally noticeable.