Oh winter. You move closer to me, every single day. Look away! For I am not ready to give you a place to stay. I wonder what it will take to keep you far, far away?

I would also gladly push (at least the cold of) the winter.

Oh yes, the triviality of just how chilly it has becomes more important, but, in reality, does it matter?

If you have to be in it, then yes, of course. I feel like I tolerate the cold less and less. The current temperature is 0 °C, but my hands are already in a little pain.