There are moments in the cold when you learn how much bite just air can have.
You learn that skin loses feeling just before it freezes.
There are moments in the cold when you wonder why you live in such a place.
When you look back in awe at those who came before you and wonder how they made it through.
There are moments in the cold when you just can’t believe it will ever be warm again.
And then … when the sun returns and the world around you glitters, you smile.
You smile because the air is crisp, clean, and refreshing. There’s not a bug in sight. There’s no chance of sweating.
And you remember why.
Why it is that you love winter.