Winter is heavy. Of course, there's plenty to enjoy about the season –– snow is an absolute delight and what sensible person ever said no to a steaming cup of cocoa. Even Christmas isn't despicable. Perhaps she and Tina didn't celebrate the holiday themselves, but that didn't make the decorations any less breathtaking. In fact, the decorated trees are one of Queenie's favorite sights ( though they certainly couldn't compare to the lit candles in the menorah at home ).

Still, for all its beauty and glamour, Queenie couldn't help thinking that winter is heavy. With all the outerwear –– the coats, the wool –– it all reads as weighted. People are much more melancholy in the winter too; their thoughts pull her down with them as she walks through the city, just trying to get from one place to the next. ( She tries not to go out much if she can avoid it because of she worries she might drown in sadness if she lets herself stay out in the thoughts for too long. )

Winter isn't awful, but Queenie much prefers the spring.