So it's funny. Growing up in Florida winters were warm. Holidays were spent in short sleeves and bluejeans and sometimes shorts. In January or February it might get down below freezing, so panic would set and Dad would teach us how to drip the faucets saluted and freeze.
I live in Georgia now. Cold temperatures consistently happen, but they're not as cold as they are up north. This past winter I noticed where my daughter's low temperature was going to be 2°. I asked my wife to go out and take her picture outside into degree weather while she was up there; she laughed at me and said she wasn't going to go outside for anything like that!
But I find myself in Georgia enjoying the temperatures in the mid 40s during the daytime.
It's kind of nice! It's cool, but as long as you stay in the sun it feels decent with the cool air moving around you. Granted, I'm not out there when the windchill is making it less than in the mid 40s, but still.
To that point that I spent the afternoon sitting on my front porch in the afternoon sun enjoying the mid 40 temperatures in the sunshine.
I don't know if that's experience, if it's age, if it's nostalgia, or if it's just wanting to be outside and have something different than the inside view that I've had for the past week or so.
But it feels good to sit outside and soak in some raise in the mid-40s. A lot different that it feels when I'm at the beach, but it still feels good.
