Winter. Easily. To the point where I find myself going outside most during Winter to commune with the season. Beautiful. Demands respect. Demands you know yourself and your limits, and will respect you for ducking out early a hell of a lot more than if someone else needs to drag you back in because you thought you could take it. You are not here to conquer her, you are her guest, and if your pride gets in the way of your sense, her passion will tear you asunder.