Cold. That was what I missed. I was never cold anymore, not in the good way. There are different kinds: the dull aching wind chill, sopping snow covered burr, and the first moment of panic when stepping into the ocean. However, these were not the colds I missed.
The cold I longed for is only found in places that are slightly warm. It lays on the tip of your nose, a tad uncomfortable, but I don’t like to cover my nose, since I enjoy breathing through it.
Why do we miss the irritating, the infuriating and the stupid parts of our lives? One must wonder if the whole world is born insane and we as a species are only now aware of our disease yet still wired to repeat the insanity. Best not to think about it.
