I’m officially done with winter, and it hasn’t actually started, yet.
The lack of light is bad enough, but what I think I hate the most is how wet it is, really. It makes the cold cling to you and you track it into your car, on your pants and in your boots. It means you’re never truly warm.
The only thing I like about winter is the silence after a snowfall, when the fluffy stuff mutes the traffic noise. Then and only then do I have a chance to breathe.
But when you’re running around, trying to get things done for the holidays, it drags you down. Both physically, and mentally with the realization that there are more months if this to come.
Bah! Christmas aside, just give me the reawakening of spring.