the problem with cold places is one is never warm. it seeps into your bones, you layer in blankets and cats, warm treats, cocoa and books, fire places and socks, but still it remains, waiting to leap on you, slide inside you and set up residence.
i like the cold, the briskness of morning, the security of a warm bed stuffed with pillows, the clarity of the sky, or even the looming clouds colouring everything grey. i enjoy easing myself into a hot bath covered in bubbles, wrapping a warm bath sheet around myself, sliding into heated sheets and drifting off.
but the insidious cold from a cold day, that never leaves you.