They say whatever the weather, the soul is the means and the means is the message. So I am sending a big fat dove to them, repeating that whatever the weather, the soul is an infinite storm or a blinding sunshine or a roaring tornado or a calm indigo sea, and whatever the weather you have to travel wearing the same clothes, dragging the same old pair of shoes, wishing that "summer" and "winter" are just a way of defining the traveler's mood.