I love this kind of weather. Cold and sunny with a shrinkage causing wind chill.
Embrace being outside in the elements to make it feel as if on a trek across the Rockies. A fantasy journey of adventure that is bearable due to its impermanence.
Get inside to snuggle up with that special someone to get warm by the fireplace, wood-stove, or oscillating space-heater.
Hold each other close in a radiant glow of contentment. Drifting off into a wonderful Sunday nap. Waking just as dusk begins to make its presence known.
The bluster outside seeping through the cracks. The aroma of slow cooking supper lazily drifting in from the kitchen. I hope my dreams lasts as long as winter.