The year has started to settle.
It's good to be cold. It's good to be uncomfortable, to feel the pain of cracked skin and chapped lips. It's good to feel the tears well in your eyes from the sheer force of nature's chill. And it sucks all the same.
It's an odd sensation to be anticipating the winter and the freezing weather that will accompany it, but after three straight years in cities that don't have real winters, there's an almost nostalgic - dare I say, romantic - aura around the idea of a snowstorm.