It makes your feet freeze and your fingers tingle.
It makes your chest tight and your mind slow.
When your head just longs to be wrapped up
and your breath speaks in clouds.
In this dead of winter state
we can only hope for the death of the wind.
Its razor sharp bite that slashes to the marrow.
When you can't feel your legs as you walk
and you regret ever leaving the warmth of a bed.
This is when we appreciate every fiber that protects us,
every friend we can embrace,
and every ounce of fat we have built on our bones.
When we have the need of our worldly possessions
is when we understand their true value.