It was snowing, albeit anemically, when we left Budapest yesterday, hope to find more of it when we return tomorrow. I used to passionately resent winter, cold and snow until a few years ago. But one needs the winter to be able to really enjoy a spring. Though I have to admit I’ve learned to love winter for it’s own sake, the cool crisp air of the darkish mornings, the freshness of waking up to snow. Growing wiser, maybe, or just older.