I love winter. 6 hours of sun per day and the color gray is all I ever wanted in life.
Ah yes because staying inside all day because it’s too hot and humid and the grey skies from rain is amazing as well.
Come on now. Sometimes it’s in that sweet spot where it’s not hot enough to kill you but it’s hot enough to make you want to go to a place full of gritty sand, sharp rocks, obnoxious birds, and aquatic predators so you can cool down in the water which will ensure you need to consistently reapply the cancer-prevention lotion that makes it impossible to hold your drink that you desperately need to finish to stay hydrated in this nice relaxing open-air oven.
Way better than wearing a scarf. You’d have to pick out one that’s aesthetically pleasing to you, and then feel all cozy wrapping it up around your chin. Yuck. Give me kneecap sunburn any day, thank youuuuu!
I think Winter is pretty. The blowing snow, the silhouettes of trees, icicles… And the sounds are pretty cool, too. The wind, the crunchy footsteps…
