Definitely winter. Deep winter. Everything is quiet, sleeping. The chill wind excites me, energizes me, drives me to explore nature. The bugs aren't bugging. Most people stay inside instead of wandering about, leaving me alone outdoors to explore at my own pace through the forest and parks. Sounds carry father through the freezing air with an eerie quality. Ice covers everything with a beautiful crystalline majesty. When it snows, Suddenly everything is blank, white, quiet, pure, covering the trash, the houses, the streets, the sidewalks, nature claiming itself back, if only for a few days. I see white featureless expanses with no footprints. I am alone without signs of other people. Winter is my favorite season. Winter is peace.