Cambridge wears winter beautifully. The city’s stone colleges shimmer under soft frost and the River Cam exhales a faint mist as the daylight fades. Café windows glow with lamplight and a hush falls over cobbled lanes once crowded with bicycles and chatter. There’s something profoundly calming about this time of year, a slower rhythm, a chance to see the city not through the rush of summer but through its quiet soul.