My Mum always told me that out of all my siblings,
I was the one who when it came to winter time, enjoyed it the most.
I'd be outside ALL the time, and i'd never wrap up warm, ever.
She tells me she used to run after me with my coat shouting so loud she would wake the living dead up,
but i'd never listen.
I would embrace the cold wind, the misty clouds that the cold air made you breathe out, the glistening ice,
the cold never ever bother me.
In a world where things are ever changing - its good to know some things do not change :)