In the bitter cold

It's been absolutely freezing the last few days, temperature is perpetually from -5 to -20 celsius. I used to think the cold was a novelty and something I'd thoroughly enjoy, so I'd wish I'd live in Alaska or something dumb like that, but after the last few days I'd like to take that back.

I walk outside with a tortured look on my face, and everyone around me hunches in, wrapping their jacket tighter around themselves. I take more inefficient routes by walking through buildings, so I get temporary relief from the cold; sometimes I run. When I come back, I take off my scarf, gloves, outer jacket, inner sweater, and I rub my ears and legs to get feeling back into them. The main topic that dominates everyone's conversation is the bitter cold.

That's why I'm so thankful for a cozy room, a heater, and my blue comforter. And hot milo.