Perpetual November

I have always thought I hated winter. Living in Wisconsin, it can start as early as late October with cold rain and snow mix, moving into more snow and even colder temperatures. Dreary days, gray days, biter cold, all lasting sometimes well into late March. April sometimes doesn't bring any hope with cold rain and late blooms. But no snow, not even a dusting, is driving me more nuts than the usual pattern I've come to deal with. I'll also be the first one to admit I don't like change. Obviously some change is welcome, like changing my underwear, or changing my hair style. As it turns out, even the change of the seasons is just as important to me.
The landscape, the sky, the air, it all feels a lot like November, in my book, the shittiest month of them all. If I had to pick one month for the winter weather to get stuck on, it would be December. The snow is new, the cold isn't too bitter and it ends with Christmas and a little drinking and celebrating on New Years eve. Despite the over consumerism of Christmas, it still is "the most wonderful time of the year".