Winter. The mountains are wrapped up in snowy blankets and the darkness swallows the afternoons with the appetite of a wolf. With that same appetite, I devour books. Of course, I still love going hiking in winter time. The crisp air, the slanted light, the sound of my feet treading in fresh snow ; everything familiar is seen as new again, the effervecence of summer gives way to a quieter and more composed mood. But these long winter nights offer another kind of journey : the