Ask Lemmy

As someone who sleeps inconsistency, it's nice to have extra hours of darkness.

Sun sets at like 1 PM where I live, midwinter. It's depressing.

I love it being dark and cloudy. Also the cool temperatures are fantastic! Unfortunately, we'll be going back to positive single digits in Celsius for the rest of the week

Definitely my shoes and socks being wet for the next 5 months.

I live where winter is short and mild, and most people love it.

Even so, even here, when you ask people what they like about winter, it's sweaters and boots, cuddling up with hot coffee, sitting around a fire. Literally describing warmth. They like being warm. Why not enjoy the summer then?

I like the burn of frigid air going through my lungs.

Cold winters are worth it for cool summers. But now I live somewhere where the winters are cold but the summers are hot :(

I don't have to listen to leaf blowers and lawn mowers at 6am and the neighbors aren't mowing lawns every day of the week.

Any time not winter here is allergy season and none of the above helps.

It sets here a little after 15 T_T, and even before it sets, it's so low in the sky that the houses and trees still block it.

But at least we have a little snow right now which makes everything brighter. Here we don't even get that much snow anymore.

I love the cold. It's the best.

cries in SAD

Toothache 😌

The suicidal agony.

But then there's the best part of waking up, the Folgers in your cup.

literally just dress better, learn to apply layers correctly and suddenly going outside in -10°C is actively comfortable.

Tight-fitting wool underclothes, fluffy mid layer, and wind-proof outer layer. This wicks away moisture from your skin and traps insulating air.

I was just thinking about something similar to this as I appreciate the first snow of the season in my region, and scroll through events across the world. But it was more along the lines of ‘does the hardship of a tough living season which we all endure as a collective actually enhance our condition?’

The past year I ponder the events of my life and how they have unfolded, and in some way they come around to start of another season, returning that familiarity, that hardship.

Having never grown up in a year-round temperate environment, where there is a lack of this variation, I can’t relate. But anecdotally I wonder if that the lack of that cycle removes a sense of urgency, to prepare for the hard season ahead, and results in a regional complacency.