Winter.
I have no use for this season. I don't ski. I don't snowboard. And there is no longer the need for the $15 I made from shoveling my elderly neighbor's driveway. The bitter cold doesn't excite me. My car doesn't look better on winter wheels and snow tires. Worst of all, there are minimal car shows. The colorless frontier spells perennial depression for some, while turning others into seasonal hermits.
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