Winter is my favorite. Not just because of the cold, but because of the stillness. Seeing a wonderful full moon on a white landscape. Nothing moving, or even daring to breathe. Breath hanging in the air as the chill creeps into you. The smell of woodsmoke on the air as you take a deep breath. It's a beautiful desolation that is almost beyond words.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf