Every year I go through a drastic transition. As the days of Summer begin to fade, the days get shorter & darker, & the air temperature begins to decrease with each passing morning, I begin a true metamorphosis into a brand new, chilly creature. It starts with a cool breeze passing by when I open the door in the morning, or maybe a cold chill when I wake up in the morning & assess the air conditions outside of my thick, sizzling blankets. Suddenly, my perspective changes. My body & brain begin to settle into an peculiar pattern of continual layering & snuggling. My outlook becomes sad, nervous, & bored. And my wardrobe changes right away, from short sleeved band shirts & jeans to several sweaters & thick tights hidden under my pants. This was exactly how my morning began this week, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind myself and others as I opened my eyes this morning, setting the tone for an immediate transition into wool sweaters & long underwear. As I headed into work, I confidently congratulated myself on my excellent judgement & protection from the terrible weather. When I reached my work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a new fact. The office where I work is seriously sizzling when the heat is turned on. It dawned on myself and others in that moment that I had not worked in the building last winter, when the central heating method was running each morning. I had no clue how hot the office would be when I dressed for the coming arctic storm, & now I was suffocating as my body overheated. As I settled into the sweatiest morning of my life, I wondered if I was possibly too dramatic about the season change.