I love the cold frigid temperatures for a few reasons but mostly this one… It’s instantly quiet at night. Everything is in hibernation and all you hear is the wind blowing or the random animal creeping across the snow. That’s a beautiful reprieve from all manner of insect churning out their malevolent melodies that scratch the chalkboards of my mind. It’s just cozy, which prompts for a book and a nice cup of fresh brewed herbal tea. Then there’s this… I’d only like to enjoy this while on vacation. I’ve already spent enough of my life as a northerner. That’s the only thing that I miss really.