A Winter Tradition

It may have started out as a strange coincidence, but it's now become a conscious decision; I might even call it a tradition. Every year on the first truly cold morning of late fall/winter I will wear something completely impractical. Usually it's a skirt, or dress or something with short sleeves or no sleeves at all. Whatever outfit I put on, it inevitably attracts comments of "aren't you cold?!" or "Are you crazy? It's winter!" Regardless, I will sit there at work (occasionally with goosebumps on my arms) in an unseasonable outfit as the temperatures drop below freezing, just so I can lay one last "screw you!" to winter before it takes over completely.