Usually, there are four seasons a year, which is the natural law that will surely nobody can change it. Every season are characterized as separate dissimilar: cool spring flowers blooming petal want. Summer is the season of flowers Poinciana by lang- season goodbye At the school students. Autumn moonlight magic lantern parade we can meet you. But perhaps the most distinctive winter because of the cold, north wind and drizzle. Now it's winter and the coldest days of the year. 
Curl up in warm blankets that you probably do not want to paper because it gets too cold, from the rooms could hear a hissing wind bouts. Out of the fog special shoes, murky sky. Few scattered yellow leaves are falling along with the rain mischievous. Bare spindly trees to be trying to resist the power of nature. Apart from a few brief lines the ball in the Cotton suits and overcoats are warm raincoat. Today students at the school were also absent. Landscape quiet pond steam feels cold, cold water cut skin, cut meat. Jute now the only place I think of it as a kitchen, flickering firelight evoke warm looks. 
Sitting at home all day talking, and her mother was busy preparing breakfast for the family. Noon the sun had still not showed up. To six o'clock cede light for a quiet night, only last winter with short days long nights phenomena such. This time the murky skies, stars and much less than in the morning fog. Drizzle taking the chalk breaking through. The lights have ceased atmosphere became more quiet, only barking dogs echoing from far back. 
I love winter because it can house the flickering firelight. Be seen as different scenes. Everyone told colder winter this year but the river every year in the warm house of love, I can say the cold winter.