Winter is not as flashy as the other seasons, but its spare beauty allows us the chance to look more closely and see more clearly. We can see the subtle variations of grays and browns, the undulations of the land itself, hidden in other seasons by mounds of plant life. Winter clears things off and smooths them out, cleans the palate and prepares the way for the messiness of spring. We are in for it now, the austere flintyness of January ice.
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