So, winter time is here and I seem to be in the minority when I say I like it. I like the cold and I like the greyness that comes with it, at least here in Ireland. I enjoy it and always have.
To me, it's like living in a black and white photograph and this for some reason makes everything seem all the more real. Juxtaposing something false with the real world, which in turn makes it seem more real, is somewhat of a philosophical paradox.
There is an honesty in the various shades of grey in this season.