If you're a Pittsburgher like me, you probably heard people chattering away last month about how great the warm weather felt after the string of very cold weeks. I wasn't one of those people.
When someone starts up with that nonsense (usually one of my parents), I give them the stink eye. I'm the person you probably don't understand who loves the cold and snow and ice. I even love shoveling snow. If you think that's bizarre, don't worry, you're in good company. My father usually gives me the stink eye when I talk about how much I love shoveling snow.
Even as a kid, I loved the winter break more than I loved the summer break. I loved riding my bike and running through the grass as much as the next kid, but I could do that just as easy in the autumn and winter as in the spring and summer. Heat and sun just don't do it for me.
As much as I love roller coasters and walks on the beach and ice cream while playing skeeball, I love sweaters and thick socks and falling snow more. So, for me, April is the death knell for all of those things. I'm already looking forward to the summer solstice, when the days start getting shorter and the nights longer again.
Go ahead, give me the stink eye. I know you want to.