I’ve come to the conclusion that Winter’s grand scheme in life is to mess with our feet and minds. Let me throw this example at you.
If snow falls for you during Winter, odds are you have something protecting your floor. Wood, tile, carpeting, all of it would get messed up by the icy melting waters of frozen liquids, so wanting to preserve their shelf life, I’d think it is safe to assume you protect it with a mat or something similar. Now if you enter your house, boots and the like covered in frost, you’ll probably dust them off on that mat and place shoes on another spot or maybe a side section designated just for wet shoes. Everyone does it differently, but it all saves the floor (of whatever various materials) beneath.
You enter the house, stomp off the frozen ick, and place shoes wherever they go. Generally it is cold and either drafts or lower levels of the house will almost require socks to be worn, or kept on in said case of re-entering the house. And this is where Winter has you; firmly clutched in its icy, cold-as-death-like grasp.
Once those socks are on, odds are they will stay on for the rest of the day, possibly the rest of the season. Just making it past the mat you shook the snow off of and not stepping into a puddle is deceptively difficult enough.
But now you have company at the door.
And that door must be opened.
Completely forgetting about the shoe-dusting ceremony previously you jog towards the door, possibly shoving the overly excited family pet out-of-the-way, and firmly place the center of your foot into a frozen blot of water large enough and cold enough to ice fish an abundant dinner for a small Alaskan village.
If you did not wear the sock you could wipe off the water no harm, no foul. Now that it is on, it is not only as frigid as the temperatures outside, but it is also clinging to your skin like a nagging mall kiosk vendor. No madam, I do not wish to smell your perfume, sign your petition, fill out your survey, or care to touch this supposedly super soft fabric. Thank-you.
And that’s what winter is all about, Charlie Brown.