I can't ever love summer.

It's always been the season that I hated the most because of the sweltering heat that I couldn't handle and the lazy mornings that would bore me to death.

I would be lying if I claimed it wasn't beautiful, however, as I open the blinds in the morning when my home is still in a deep slumber, and I am met the sun's rays. They are a pale, yellow color that slips between the tree's leaves and streams through my window before kissing my skin. It's delightfully warm, but when the afternoon ticks by, I can't help but start feeling my dislike for the season come to the surface.

It's lovely to eat watermelon slices and enjoy a good barbecue outside, but all the negatives add up for me. It makes me wonder about winter.

It's the season that bites at your bare skin when it's at the coldest months, and you can't seem to enjoy the sweet taste of frozen desserts, but I've always loved it.

There's a quiet charm about the fresh blanket of snow that you see after a night of snowfall and the snowflakes that drift down from the heavens have a whimsical note to it. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine the music that accompanies those snowflakes and the music that follows me around as my feet crunch into the snow. Perhaps there may not be a snowfall in that year's winter for me to see. Perhaps it isn't as cold as I hoped it would be.

However, just wrapping my fingers around a steaming cup of tea or coffee makes up for the lack of snow. In the summer, drinking those hot drinks is a choice I don't have, because the relentless heat makes it a horrible combination to even consider.

Sometimes the cold of winter brings out my appreciation for the heat that I never liked. Snuggling into a soft duvet and pulling out a random book from my collection to read for the hundredth time is something I couldn't do in summer. My much-loved sweaters worn from years of use is a sudden wardrobe staple that keeps me from freezing while I enjoy the beauty of winter.

I can't say that summer doesn't have its own gifts for us, but I have always dreaded the come of that season that brings in the heat. For me, winter will remain as my favorite of perhaps all the four seasons for points that perhaps don't necessarily outweigh those of summer.

There's a certain emotion that only winter can elicit, and for that reason, I love it.