Which is the best part of winter: the sun setting at 5pm every day, or it literally hurting when you go outside?

I was just thinking about something similar to this as I appreciate the first snow of the season in my region, and scroll through events across the world. But it was more along the lines of ‘does the hardship of a tough living season which we all endure as a collective actually enhance our condition?’

The past year I ponder the events of my life and how they have unfolded, and in some way they come around to start of another season, returning that familiarity, that hardship.

Having never grown up in a year-round temperate environment, where there is a lack of this variation, I can’t relate. But anecdotally I wonder if that the lack of that cycle removes a sense of urgency, to prepare for the hard season ahead, and results in a regional complacency.