Question

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Answer 1

Oh the wonderful winter...a paradise of white and cold. 
Only if there was as much snow as it is described in woeful poems and lame fairytales. Winter, in the city, isn't at all beautiful. It's dirty, it's grey and muddy and the immaculate snow white only lasts a couple days - in untouched circumstances. It's also very cold, the blury haze of condensed air leaving our mouths with each word, our nostrils with each breath. Another wonderful, sense my sarcasm, trait of winter it's the flu that wanders like a stray dog, waiting to attack strangers. It's almost impossible to not get at least a cold, if not something more serious than that.

But enough about runny noses, let's talk about the hypothetical winter.

Oh, yes, that winter is touched by the magic of purity and silver.
Leaving the busy city and moving to the outskirts, the snow seems to not have been touched in days, the trees bend with the wind and showered with fresh snowflakes. The sky is permanently grey, constant flakes falling out in heaps of tangled dances. The children are screaming with innocent joy, playing with the snow with the same inspiration an author mingles with words.
But we must now leave the outskirts of our imagination and return to the known beauty of our freshly snowed sidewalks.