I've lived in Arizona for 26 years, since childhood. Every single day of every single winter, like a faithful lover, I've spent a few seconds thinking about how much I adore and cherish this most awesome perfect and beautiful phenomenon known as our winter.
Only after writing that sentence did I realize I'd subconsciously borrowed the theme used in Mr K's review. But I'm not changing it, because I feel exactly the same way he does. Fortunately, Winter in Phoenix is a big girl so there's a whole lot of her to go around for all of us to share.
For you cold-staters, please don't laugh at us locals for wearing our silly peacoats and (for women) scarves and furry boots. Some of us actually enjoy wearing "winter clothing" and, by your standards, unless we take road trips or flights would never have the opportunity to do so.
How simply grand is it that I accidentally left my favorite coat at a friend's house in Tucson last week, and even though it's a bone-chilling 55 degrees outside every day I can choose to live without it and get by with... literally... a t-shirt. I wore a t-shirt all day today as I ran around town doing errands. If I had my coat I probably would've worn that. I have the freedom to make such arbitrary and random decisions. Because of WIP.