It's Snowing!

I know, it is kind of obvious. But hey! Someone has to uphold tradition somewhere.

I love the feeling of slowly coming back to life. The cold saps your feeling, there is no life to your cheeks, nose, fingers, if it is cold enough, legs and arms, and then you come inside. The blood moves quicker, the heat hits your face, and slowly, creepingly, sometimes painfully, every nerve in the frozen areas wakes up, smiles, and proclaims "I'm Alive!" There is no better way I know of to remind myself that I am alive, and it is good.