Summer in winter
Indeed it is.
When I had my first taste of winter here in Canada, it took my breath away. Vancouver does not have the negative 40 degrees that they have in Toronto or Winnipeg, or snow that is waist deep. But because I spent my whole life in summer and winter has barely touched me, I shivered and shied away from the cold. It was only through layers upon layers of clothing, heavy and sometimes uncomfortable (put it on, take it off, repeat), that I found my refuge, thankful for warmth it (and the thermostat) evoked for me. Toasty, that was how I wanted it.