Winter

Winter is the true season of the north. Spring is merely a promise that something big is about to happen; summer is just an illusion, in which people believe for a few hot days, or at most weeks; autumn is death, the dark grave of spring's promise and summer's fantasies. But winter really exists; the snow, the ice and the frost are realities. Winter never fails us, it always comes cold, snow-white with sparkling diamonds of ice on its locks, it rises from the dark grave of autumn and reigns sternly and fearsomely over the earth and its people.

Translated from the Finnish author, Toivo Pekkanen