It’s “White Winter Hymnal” by Fleet Foxes. But mostly, there’s that sense of celebration and awe that comes when Mother Nature unleashes something potent enough to interrupt our lives and turn a regular Tuesday morning into a winter adventure. I used to dislike the pre-skiing season, when winter winnows daylight down and the walls of the box canyon obscure my beloved sun. Winter asks things of us. But in order to notice it, we’ve got to imitate the rest of the natural world, and do what winter asks of us.