I'll call you. (Bon Iver, oh so compulsory with anything snow related.)
It's only the start of January and it's gloomy and grey outside. Instead of wishing for warmer climes, I'm longing for the powder up in the mountains. Ready for days of snow boarding, lunch in the snow with a paper cup of mulled wine. Followed by long nights next to open fires, inside log cabins with lethal cocktails.