Tuji pondered this question, decided that Summer was less hostile and thus declared that he liked Summer more.

In Summer the heat can be terrible, but one can rest in shade to avoid the scorching sun and bathe in water to cool down. In Winter it is not easy to escape cold. One huddles, shifts, rubs oneself, marches about and shivers to produce a transient relief which is readily dispersed by the all-encompassing cold. If one is low in energy, one dies fast.

The asker stared at Tuji in astonishment. There was no appreciation of all the fun activities of the seasons. The thought of survival dominates.

If a cosy room invariably awaits at the end of long trudge in wind and snow, then the embrace of Winter will no longer seem so threatening.