It's started snowing here. The cold has returned to my home.
I have always loved the cold. There is a purity to it that heat has always lacked. The hot air feels thick, cluttered. Not so with the cold. The air is clear in its frigidity, strikes the lungs with in a way that almost burns. The body produces adrenaline, and for a time I feel twice the man I am. I admit, sometimes I get too cold, and then I am grateful to step into my home and feel the warmth sink into my frozen skin, to know what it truly means to come in from the cold. I pity those who are forever warm.