I feel it each morning when I bury in deeper under my doona and try to block every little hole that could be letting cold air in.
I feel it when I sit at my computer and start looking for a jumper to pull on and get annoyed when I can't find my favourite hoodie.
I feel it when I actually use the jacket I brought with me - just in case.
I feel it when I start re-thinking my usual foot wear (bare feet).
I rebel against it. I pretend it isn't happening. I still wear tank tops , and then cross my arms to hug the warmth in. Denial has always been my prefered coping mechanism.
In my perfect world there is no winter.