What is the nature of the Western Winds?

Common from Fall to Spring-
Cool air, stronger gusts…
Both… High- and low-pressure systems.

They say: Beware the Witch of November-
For She has taken many a vessel
and many a man into her bosom…
Never to be released again.

But this… Seasonal change…
It’s just that…
She’s rebalancing herself- Balancing me.
The shift signals-
An invitation to my solstice.
My truest form; My highest self.

You may be children of the Long Summer
But I- Am bore of North’s deep snow.

Naked trees, frozen needles.
Days of blackened skies.
Grey light, always.
White-knuckle driving.
Surviving on soup and Burt’s Bees.
Old GI parkas galore; Bunny Boots.
In frigidness, we thrive.
Living by our own heart’s fire.

In this, I thrive- For I was born
just as the Sun was re-born-

When the Earth’s tilted axis
leaned its pole furthest from Sol
and paused…
Breathing in the Long Night,
and reminding us of everything-
Holly King’s Triumph.
Divine Child born.
Saturnalia.
Sol Invictus.
The reboot of the Cosmos itself.

So yes,
against all reason,
because I must.
In order to fulfill myself…
I command my ship:

Lee into Hesperian Gale.