Winter is the time of year I hate the most. The months of January, February, and March feel like an eternity to me every year. The world is dark, the landscape barren, the air so cold it seeps into my bones. It feels like a long, sleepless night where all I can do is count the hours until dawn. I was born in the summer, when cookouts, water sports, and crab picking are in full swing, and when the world is warm and blossoming. I suppose that's why winter, with its itchy wool sweaters, b...