I don't think I have SAD, but I can smell when Winter is coming. He wraps his claws bout me and drags me to lethargy and somberness.
Spring however, that sprites herald, stirs up the blood for the hottest season. It is with much anticipation I await it's arrival. Come summer we shall dance in fields of gold, pleasure marking the spot and bliss our gold.
What makes you excited for this new year?