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I’ve expressed this to some of my friends, and I’ve even heard other NEO natives express their concern, but I’m quickly reaching my limit for unseasonably temperate weather. When it did snow, I’d step outside and ask myself how I could really take that moment in. Fresh snow is so invigorating and clean. Honestly, it feels like I just cheated on a test, and got a really good grade that I didn’t deserve. It’s a feeling that time has passed and can be measured by discrete milestones, but there’s no weight, no depth, no meaning to it’s passing. All of this leaves me asking, where’s my winter?