I looked forward to the cold weather, a chance to don the warmest winter coats and woollens.
The weather was cold enough to make our atoms shiver, yet we had to remember what really mattered and keep the home warm, keeping the air and soul thermostats in a good range.
Come the cold weather we could sit still and let it rob the last whispers of heat from our very bones, or we could work and play and keep our inner hearths burning.
The cold weather comes to doodle upon my window panes, sculpting ice crystals as the north wind brings the snow.
The cold weather that seeps through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.
From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of myself that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold winter days, to show us what we would otherwise never witness.
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