The city streets, lined with hundred year old trees, lights shining, freshly fallen snow on all of it. Everything is illuminated and so peaceful at the same time.
Driving to a friend's house where you know there is going to be warmth and laughter
Reaching the solstice, where the days start growing longer
The quiet and the still, outside, except the crisp, white crunch underneath your boot
That is what winter is all about