Fuck yeah. I look forward to winter. Maybe it’s because I was born up north, moved to the US’s swampy dick halfway through my childhood, and then spent most of my formative years being hot and miserable, but I love the shorter days, the cold weather, gray skies…then again, I like all of those things partly because they cause me to slow down more and appreciate the respite FROM the cold.

I’m a winter person at heart, though. I like hot drinks and long pants and sweatshirts and reading under the covers and jackets and having my hands in my pockets as I walk. I love the winter, but I also love the warmth of the winter. And I have so many memories from my childhood that I was robbed of living in Florida. Of course those years I spent on the beach and in the pool and shit, and sure, I love those things too, but winter is just where it’s at.

(Also, I’m not sure “20 and 17 freedom degrees” was meant to be a joke on the imperial system, but it was funny. Maybe even funnier if it were accidental)