"The surfaces of the world are aesthetically uneven. You come around a bend in the road and the world suddenly falls open. When we come upon beautiful things . . . they act like small tears in the surface of the world that pull us through to some vaster space."
from On Beauty and Being Just by Elaine Scarry
But why just 'come upon beautiful things' - these rents in the universe, these tears - why not seek them out?
Maybe in winter they are easier to spot against all that white, in the starkness of the season.