If there's one thing I hate the most in the entire world, that would be the cold. The way it creeps under your blankets at night to latch onto your feet in a frosty hug or the way it nips at your nose in the winter turning it a bright red that even Rudolph would be jealous of. Or the way it trails fingers down your spine arousing goosebumps and shivers.
The cold is a very unforgiving entity.
Another reason to hate the cold is the affiliation it has with death. Like "the cold embrace of death" rather then "the warm embrace of death". I always wonder why it wasn't the latter and now i know.
Its because when someone dies they can no longer offer warm and comforting embraces. The blood stops pumping, the heart stops beating, and the body stops moving. The warmth of love, the warmth a smile can bring is all gone leaving nothing but a frozen and unmovable corpse.
I hate everything the cold has to offer.
There is one perk to being cold. It can imitate heat sometimes. For example a long day of the chilling freeze gnawing on your feet can start to sting and 'burn'. The numbness can give way to a strange sensation alike to prickling heat.
Such a strange thing the cold is...
