Naming things is a way of acknowledging them, but also boxing them in a bit, forming rigid walls around them that we tend not to soften later. The other day I walked in the cemetery and saw the lines of hoarfrost—that icy dew—beginning to show in the early morning of this new season. We don't know this word "hoarfrost" very well in English, whereas in Russian it's used more often. We need to grow familiar with phenomena to name them, to acknowledge them as worthy of distinction.
Some things to distinguish as we enter winter in the Northern Hemisphere: