I used to like the snow because it felt like a kiss-- wet and cold.
Now, I'm not so sure if I like the cold because it reminds me of sipping hot cider, apple- scented cinnamon sugar, delectable on the tongue. Which, then brings me to the memory of the mint leftover from gum on your lips, wet and cold.
And, maybe I feel indifferent about the cold now because throwing up isn't so bad when the sweat immediately cools to a shiver down the spine. And, it's like skeleton breath from cigarettes feels so much better when smoking in the wet and cold.
And, maybe now I realize that I am at home in the snow because the sacred geometry of Fibonacci numbers and Mandelbrot’s set float in the heavenly ice and they remind me that I could never do math, but I can at least feel wet and cold.