My reaction to west her seems to get more noticeable as my age.
As a child, I might notice it’s hot or cold. Pouring rain, blizzarding, blowing like a hurricane. But the weather never seemed to effect me. I went about playing, studying, doing chores regardless.
As a younger adult, I started noticing humidity as an uncomfortable occurrence in the summer, and dry air as a limit to feeling warm and comfortable in the winter.
Now? I dislike temperatures over about 80, much preferring 65 to hot weather. I don’t want it much cooler either. Give me temps from 55-75. I’m becoming a hothouse plant!
I’ve also noticed the quality of daylight is important. Growing up in Cleveland, I lived with overcast skies non-stop from October to April. I barely noticed. I knew if it was bright or dark, but wasn’t bothered by the clouds. Now, the days when we have cloudy dark days I can’t get anything done. I hide on my chair under a quilt. As soon as the sun comes out, I perk up and brighten tremendously!