I love being out in winter, especially when there's snow on the ground. I love the trees when they're bare of leaves and you can see their varying shapes, so each tree becomes an individual instead of part of a mass of green. I love the emptiness of the parks and paths, with just a few hardy souls out for a jog or walking their dogs. I love the quiet; without the chatter you can hear the bird calls and even the soft crackling of the ice on the lake.