I love winter. I do. The muffled atmosphere created by snow piled waist high and the silent descent of big fluffy flakes has a magical quality.
But come spring, I start to remember how amazing the sounds of nature are. The birds singing, the tree frogs calling.
And then we have a thunderstorm, with that electric feeling in the air. The sound of fat drops of rain falling against the roof, the ground. It's magic in its own way.
And I'm loving it.