Winter

So... when we are pouring with sweat in the 100 plus degree heat of the sun, we long for old man winter. So why when he arrives, do we tend to complain that he has made it? I believe we do not really know what we want, so we tend to stay in this cycle of waiting for the next season. Embrase him, enjoy him,and he will be gone before you know it, and you will miss him. So I say, welcome old man.