Winter is my favorite season. I like the other seasons, too, but there’s just something about winter—the silence, the clarity of the air, the darkness, the transformative powers of snow, the way that people come together (as you mentioned). I’m even coming to terms with the grey days and the constant drizzle of rain.
I hope you get to go skiing. My grandfather started when he was 78 (after a long hiatus) and continued doing it for about ten years until the condition of his ears made it impossible for him to balance on the slopes.