I haven't seen the moon yet this year because it's been too overcast or wet. I haven't seen my own shadow either.
If I walk to work, I have mud splats up the back of my legs by the time I get there.
I did some gardening yesterday and my lawn is now pulverised to mud because I walked on it. I have some lovely snowdrops, primroses and cyclamen, but I hardly get chance to enjoy them because of the muddy lawn and being dark when I'm not at work.
My favourite running routes are impassably muddy with shin-deep mud.
On dull days that don't get beyond twighlight, I walk to work at twighlight and go home in twighlight. I then have to turf myself out of the house later in the evening in full darkness. Mid-week runs are all in the dark whether they are before or after work. 6am feels like any point of the night (god bless lumie clocks)
10⁰C today has felt perilously close to being pleasant after that 5⁰C damp chill that gets into your bones that we've had for weeks. My nose is perpetually cold and normally dripping. There's cold draughts blowing into the house and keeping the log burner fuelled requires traipsing wood into the house to keep it stocked. All the washing has to go through the dryer and backs up because it can't go on the line and struggles to dry on the airer.
Going out requires more assessment of which coat and footwear is best for that individual weather. No sliding sandals on, you have to find the socks that work for the shoes/ boots and then lace them up. Mud gets walked into the house, and the car gets filthy (and too cold to want to clean out)
Everything is just physically and mentally harder and faffier when it's cold, wet and dark. Plus muscles sieze up and go tight easily.
It's telling that the people that love these conditions and whinge when we get to the moderation of 15⁰C and 12 hours of daylight tend to not bother leaving the house or seeing much of other people anyway. It's fine to be an introvert. Own it. Light and warmth don't oblige you to be an extrovert.