I like the cold.
There have been some terrible winters in Chicago, where it feels like I'm literally being punched in the face, and everyone walks around looking stunned like they've just witnessed a murder.
If you go to Minnesota in January, you should know that it's gonna be cold. You don't panic when the thermometer falls below zero.
Even though I'm from Minnesota, I did not like cold weather.
Yorkshire weather can turn quickly. At one Auld Lang Syne race, it dropped to -16C. The frost turned everybody's hair grey. I couldn't take my shoes off, as my laces had frozen solid.
You know it's a real winter when Bostonians are telling you that they've never experienced anything like it.
I think of the cold as a noble force.
The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.
I spent most of my youth in Montana, where there are long, cold winters, but Maine has the coldest winters you could imagine. Not only are they long, not only does it snow, but it gets really damp. It's a wet cold with a lot of wind.
We have had a very severe frost and deep snow this month. My thermometer was one day fourteen degrees and a half below the freezing point, within doors.
It is so cold out there, my head nearly fell off.
Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
