I like the cold.
I have an attachment to the cold
Not Louisiana cold.
Colorado cold,
Where the grass isn't just soggy and brown,
But a thick blanket of snow coats the ground
And the smell of mountains
Is prominent everywhere
And even without clouds
There are snowflakes in the air
And when the snow comes down beating
The fireplaces is roaring,
The whole house is heating
And the nearest city is miles far
So in the dark night
I can see every star
Yes I miss winter in the mountains
It's the most magical place
I'll be back again