“Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom” ― Charles Baudelaire
I tend to agree with Baudelaire but we’ve reached the point in this especially grueling Boston winter where discussing the facts of the cold and the snow is tedious and ones only choice is to look on the bright side, like Edith Sitwell.
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” ― Edith Sitwell
Winter does create a special time for you to spend time inside, cozy and quiet. And there is certainly beauty to be found in the shape of a flake or the curved lip of a snow drift. There is also beauty in the ocean in winter or in an impromptu winter picnic with good friends, beer in the snowbank and brie in the fire.