I hate winter. I didn't use to. When I was a little kid I loved to play in the snow but I still remember the fun feeling never lasted. Eventually, the snow would soak my gloves, pants, get into my shoes and soak my socks... then the cold would really set in and even though really wanted to stay out and play more, the fact I was freezing to death slowly usually drove me back inside where the cold spots on my body would then suddenly start itching like crazy, driving me crazy.
I hate winter. Now that I'm older, the luster of living in the frozen tundra and white winter wonderland visions have long since been replaced with the stark, cold, reality... and I do mean COLD reality. Spent a winter in Chicago once... damn near froze my lungs it was so cold. Spent a winter in Florida once. Went swimming regularly out on the beach. Wouldn't mind going back to Florida. You couldn't pay me enough money to go back to Chicago. And I lived the city too. Was a lot of fun... when it wasn't frozen solid.
I hate winter. Spent the day out cutting and splitting wood so I wouldn't freeze to death in the coming days. Damn near froze to death doing that. Knuckles are cracked and chipped, shoulder is about dead, back aches, toes still itching from the cold. And I got work to do tonight (and tomorrow night). I'm not alone in my feelings about the cold. My oldest cat lays in front of the fireplace when it's going and that's inside a warm house. The rest of the cats hang out nearby, basking in the heat. They are not fans either. C'mon summer. Hurry up dammit.