I love winter. Everyone else seems to get sadder in the colder months, while my mood lightens. I like the cool breezes on my face. I like switching on the heater and playing games in my warm room, then snuggling up in my warm bed. I don't mind rain - it reminds you that you are alive. I kinda like the look of swelling and ominous gray clouds. The summer is okay, but when it gets over 30 degrees C, I find all my energy is leeched away. Sure, you can have a drink to cool you down, or strip off some clothes, but it doesn't really help. I have been sunburned badly a few times in my life, and that's another reason why I hate summer. And maybe I'm getting old, but I'm starting to like how women look in winter better then how they look in summer. Yeah, in summer, there is lots of flesh, but let's face it; most women don't have the bodies that warrant baring all that flesh! So they look fat, or they look like sluts. In winter, they wear tight fitting pants and jeans and coats, and I'm finding it looks elegant, sexy and downright hot. I just want to peel them out of their clothes!