cabin, in november

i love the cabin in the summer.  it's warm, it's dirty, it's green, it's aspen trees, and pine, and beetle kill. 

in the winter, though, it is a whole other world.  it's pristine, it's white, it's alive, and bitter, and warm, and it's like a different place.  a  place i love just as much, but that i consider different than my summer cabin.