We met winter at a place thirty minutes from home, and man, was he in good shape. Still not done decorating: an icicle here, a snowbank there. He presented us with some interesting questions. How did it feel living in that caravan? What was the combined weight of snow in all of Germany right at that moment? We had a great time guessing. Winter put some pictures in my camera and sent us home. He said the night would be busy, and sorry, we weren’t ready for real business. At home we discovered our frostbite was minor.