The format of a My Take is 150 words – no more, no less – to express an opinion on a different topic each week. This week’s topic was winter.Is it weird that some of my fondest memories are of winter, but I still hate it?
Winter is probably where the traditional idea of seasons breaks down the most in this part of the world. September and fall were pretty well coordinated, and June is usually a clear-enough launch into the summer months. Even March is less wintery than the months before, but this idea that the “official” start to winter is only days before Christmas just doesn’t mesh with our local reality.
Yes, I do remember walking around in a t-shirt on Christmas eve in 2015, but generally speaking it feels pretty fair to say that winter starts at the beginning of November and lasts… well, as long as it wants to.
I’ve got nothing against the moon, but maybe the solstices and equinoxes are not the measures we should be using to mark the seasons.
It’s weird to keep teaching people something that doesn’t actually make that much sense.
