Some of us might go so far as to say we dislike cold.
Some of us, around December 21, become rather morose and start muttering about winter's literary significance as a symbol of death and hopelessness.
Some of us are very, very, very happy to see spring come again.
Happy first day of spring!
(As a side note, I am so out of touch that even with my deep and abiding love of the vernal equinox, I didn't realize it was today until I saw Google's homepage.)
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