Everyone but me.
Don't get me wrong, Spring is pretty and it's more tolerable than Summer at least (which I loathe like the plague). But I'm a Fall/Winter girl. It's like I have the opposite of seasonal depression. I'm my happiest, most productive self when it's cold outside. So when the weather starts to show signs of change into Spring/Summer, mentally I start to drift into dark places. And I hate it.
It's especially bad here in MD because our colder months are shorter than our warmer months and those warmer months go from freezing cold to blazing heat almost overnight. There's not really a gradual shift from Winter to Summer where Spring should exist. It's disappointing.
Anyway, needless to say, my mood hasn't been all that stellar lately. My sleep schedule is still out of whack thanks to Daylights Savings and the warmer days have left me mourning over Winter's passing. So imagine my surprise and delight when I woke up to this today:
It's like Winter said, "Take that, Spring!" And I totally cheered it on all day long. I know it won't last. The temperature will continue to creep into warmer days, but it felt so good to get one last great cold day, full of snow, before I had to truly say goodbye to my favorite season(s) of the year.