The biggest problem with Winter is that it’s always yanking our chain. “Welp, I’m out of here,” says Winter one late February day. “I won’t see you again until after autumn.” But Winter is a dirty, rotten liar. After leading us to believe that it’s finally gone for good, it roars back into our lives on a hurricane of icy whiteness. Winter is the sleazy pal who you let crash on your couch for “just one night.” Now he won’t leave despite such broad hints as you slapping a For Sale sign on the couch and dragging it out to the curb.
–Jerry Nelson, Puppeteer