I can't say for sure, but I think I liked snow as a child. Somewhere along the line I began to hate the snow and the cold weather. I know I have always preferred the warm sun and laying out getting a tan, but I'm not sure where my strong dislike of snow came from. I think I might like the snow if it wasn't cold. I hate being cold.
My office is cold. I wear long sleeves and multiple layers just to try and stay warm. It doesn't work. The menopausal lady across the wall from me likes it cold, thus we all must suffer.
The DH and I were remembering our honeymoon in Cancun, Mexico. It was warm there; I wish we could go back. Now, right now. I wish I could be there right now in the warm sun drinking my drink of choice. Oh how I miss the sun.
This warm, bright fabric makes me feel a little better!