I am undeniably a fan of winter. It’s biggest fan, you might say. The cold, the snow, even the unpredictability and unreliability of the weather. And I know that this doesn’t make sense, being that most of my favourite hobbies are summer related. Hiking, mountain biking, outdoor rock climbing, these are all warm weather activities (for the most part). But something about winter gets me excited. Maybe I’m just one of those people who are cheered up by bad weather (I do enjoy a good storm). Or is it something different?
So many people hate the first snowfall of the season and I don’t really understand this. I know that it’s not the snow they hate but what it means, the coming cold. Here in Alberta it can get pretty cold, even by my standards. Despite that, the cold brings so many things that people love, things that would have lesser meaning without it. Hot chocolate, warm fireplaces and time at home with the family, more snow, and the promise of Christmas.
This is why I don’t understand it, because regardless of the pains that winter brings, it also brings us our favourite times and memories. The good out weighs the bad. If we would just look at the big picture we could see all the joys of winter. But no, people choose to see only the cold. The terrifying, horrendous, -40 degree cold. Just layer up, you’ll be fine.