The wrong thread for philosophy, but there is something magical about watching frozen water drifting almost weightlessly about in the air, which although usually a fleeting experience in this country, is worth the anticipation.
In summer too, a dramatic thunderstorm is usually equally short-lived but worthy of the anticipation.
In winter, long cold spells which turn my solid brick house walls into a virtual cold store, and in summer long hot spells which turn it into a bread oven, are equally miserable experiences.
The point I am making is that weather thrills are transient, whatever time of year.
Originally Posted by: RobN