…that winter is finally here when I have to close my window at night.
I enjoy it, when it’s cold and dark. It’s less threatening, and more peaceful. Summer is loud, and blisteringly hot, and sweaty, and far too bright for my eyes; winter is so much easier on me. It’s made of warm drinks, Christmas, old movies, snow shapes, clear starry skies.
I still wonder at the people who find it depressing. I don’t like the assumption that winter is bad. It’s just different – and some of us really need that break from the oppressive heat of summer.