The meaning of winter.
Is it putting on a thick coat, wrapping up in scarfs, gloves and hats, and bring the biting wind to get to work, uni or school? Is it dying to stop at the nearest coffee shop just so you can warm your numb hands after a walk around town, frantically trying to buy last minute Christmas presents?
Or is it sitting in the house desperately trying to warm your hands up so you can write or type the next chapter of your story?
Well yes, it's all of that, but for me...it is this...
"Winters were made for warm blankets and large books."
Need I say more?