I love the British winters, especially when the weather has been clear and frosty as it has over the past few days. 7 years ago, yesterday, was my wedding day. Since divorced and am happily unmarried right now, the reason I chose January to hold the wedding was because it is my favourite season.
This time of winter is often characterised by the clear frosty mornings, where the air is so cold that it burns your throat and lungs as you breathe. Plumes of vapour form as you exhale, where the warm moist air from your lungs hits the cold (a similar effect, in a random tangent here, is observed in the clouds of vapour that condense around boiling liquid nitrogen). I particularly like the light from the low sun, spilling elongated shadows across the frozen earth. It is cleansing, somehow.
Winter is often associated with and used to represent death or lack of hope (as in the case of the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe or the 1985 film Legend etc.). The cold and hardship of a winter with limited food resources can kill off many organisms, however, it could be said that heat and droughts in the summer can do the same thing. I can't say that I have ever really considered winter to be time of death, but more often view it as a time of peace and rest, where life pauses in its headlong rush and takes a bit of a breather. It is also a time of year that is essential to many organisms. There are numerous species of plants, including several that are agricultural species, that require a period of cold before they will germinate or flower, a process termed vernalisation.
I find winter starkly beautiful and relish being outside and feeling the contrast of cold air and warm sun on my skin. It is really the perfect British winter weather for being outside, although it does make walking to the bus in the early morning more than a little hazardous!
Pictures were taken while on a walk yesterday morning.
Skeptical kinkster musing on whatever takes my fancy!