I like cold.

I love the cold. This is the season where you get to were completely unconventional outfits, every inch covered by a mitten, hat, or scarf. For shopping lovers, a drastic change of season is an excuse for new wardrobes, closets pilled high with fuzzy boots and sweaters. Cold also inspires love, melts anxious fears. It's easier to huddle close to, touch, or hug people in cold. Nobody minds, nobody cares. No one is suspicious as to why you bother to hug them so much. It's all for the sake of warmth, they say. Drinks get better in cold. Hot drinks, to be specific. Who wants hot chocolate or cocoa in Summer by the pool? Uh, nobody! Cold is the very best season for it. During cold you can often become an artist, sculping simple snowangels in the earth or chipping away at ice. Cold is also the very time to become a Warrior. The colour scheme makes sneaking quite difficult, but most can enjoy the sport of head-on contact. Cold is the time for poetry. Robert Frost, anyone?

I heard it's cold out
But her popsicle melts
She's in the bathroom
She pleasures herself.
{These Things, She Wants Revenge}