Each day you drive in circles until you realise you’ve been on this same route for months. And then the cold blows in, loudly announceing its arrival like an unwelcomed but expected guest in the the wee hours of the morning. It drags its feet across the tarmac and tiny whirling tornados follow with every heavy step. There’s nothing left to do because now, the cold is here to stay. And it’s determined to make you accept this no matter how hard you kick and scream against it. With every blow, every blast and every tingle that goes shooting down your spine, your resilience lessens. Sometimes, in a moment of weakness, you could be forgiven for even considering the cold as a welcomed lover. Because it steals your breath. And in the mornings you’d rather lie in bed surrounded by its chilly embrace.