I love something about all seasons except winter. I hate winter. With a passion. Primarily I hate how long it takes just to leave the house in the morning. In the middle of summer I can, if necessary, get up, perform my ablutions, get dressed and be out of the house in 15 minutes. In the winter I absolutely must blow dry my hair after the shower so it doesn't freeze, and put on at least five extra articles of clothing, all of which increases my prep time to at least 45 minutes. Plus, I have to put on makeup because winter makes me look like death, pale and ill, white with a tinge of green around the edes.
I hate the fact that it's dark when I get up and dark when I get home. I hate that I can't sit outside the back door in the morning drinking my tea. I hate, hate, hate that I have to wear socks. I hate that I can't ride my bike some days because there's too much snow on the road. I hate being cold and I hate slipping on the sidewalk. I hate shovelling snow. I hate taking transit. I hate the feel of snowflakes on my face. I hate snowflakes coating my glasses so I can't see where I'm going. I hate staticky hair and hat hair and just the general bad tack my hair takes in winter.
I hate winter.