All day it stays cold – in the 30s – and as the day wears on the cold seeps in. The ground feels harder underfoot, not frozen yet, but getting there. The cold has a different effect on me: as I get colder outside I feel warmer inside.
I should explain. In summer I don’t have to be warm myself. I just soak it in all around me through no effort of my own, but it’s only skin deep. I step into a shadow and I’m cold again. In winter I have to warm myself from inside, blow on the coals, stoke the flames. I drink hot drinks, I eat slow food. I seek it out in others. I feel it rise and overflow.