There are only two seasons — winter and Baseball.
While I relish our warm months, winter forms our character and brings out our best.
People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you are fortunate enough. But that's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.