Ominous Velour

I live in a place where, almost without fail, we get at least a week or two of annual polar vortex shenanigans where we hit windchills of -40°C to -50°C. For my Americaland friendos, -40° is where Celsius and freedom units are the same.

As well, it is entirely possible, plausible, likely, near-guaranteed for us to get snowfalls all the way from September to May.

So, in answer to the question, I despise the cold and, courtesy  of my very gingery genetics, only thrive between 5 and 15°C, in the rain.