I'm wired backwards--or at least my seasonal depression is. I'm at my best when it's 20°F and everything's covered with a fluffy blanket of glimmering snow. I can sleep under a comforter without waking up soaked in sweat. I can actually enjoy a hot shower and it doesn't take me three hours to cool down. I can wear my long sleeve Oxfords to work without sweating my ass off all day.

Winter is beautiful.

I've always wondered if it's just because I'm neurodivergent, but I get overloaded when I look outside and everything is an explosion of color. The (literal) birds and bees are swarming all over the place; the outdoors are full of chatter and life. Gross. I feel more calm when I walk out into a blank slate of grey skies and silence brought on by the natural sound-dampening of snow.

I used to hate driving in it but the past two winters my little Honda has gotten me 100+ miles a day through the worst winter storms of the year. Seriously. My schedule somehow always falls on the most brutal days for extreme weather. I still don't like the idea of going 75mph when there could be random patches of black ice, but luckily most of my driving is done around the city and outer belt, so that's always salted and plowed almost immediately.

I'm not big on spring because it's the harbinger of summer, and it's getting hotter and hotter every year. It's already just early summer followed by hotter summer and then the part of summer where the leaves start falling. I'm about ready to grow my beard out, buy some flannels and move to the Yukon wilderness at this rate. I am absolutely stoked for sweater weather. It's hopefully almost here.