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#+TITLE: Why I Love: The Cold
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#+DATE: <2024-02-23 Fri>
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#+DESCRIPTION: Brrr.
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Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice, I say through someone making what could be described as a
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catastrophic diplomatic failure, but I wouldn't mind the world ending in ice. I adore the cold.
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I tend to remember why I love the cold as soon as the weather starts to warm up. Days get hotter, days get more humid, I
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get more miserable. Sure, the sun is nice and all... until I start to actually spend time in it.
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I hold those winter nights where the air is cold and you wrap a thick blanket around yourself while you work away at
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whatever it is needs to be done in very high regard. There's nothing that beats the serene comfort of coziness, and
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coziness is best experienced in winter.
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In the cold, you tend to become more focused, more aware, more awake. I absolutely adore this useful little property of
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low temperatures. In the heat, you get hot, sweaty, and sluggish. No fun wiping sweat away when you're trying to just
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get something done.
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Not to mention the beauty of winter. The simple formation of tiny formations of ice as frost on grass is such a
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fascinating process, a land of green suddenly encrusted with white, glittery crystals. While ice can be very dangerous,
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it can also be simply gorgeous.
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Not to mention cold air. I don't know what the cold might do for air quality, but when I breathe in crisp, winter air, I
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tend to feel as if it is almost *cleaner*. It's probably just the cooling sensation as I breathe, but it's a sensation I
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enjoy nonetheless.
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I don't just enjoy cold weather. I also just enjoy cold environments. This is the strangest part for most people. I used
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to work in a food-production factory where some of my duties involved spending time in the industrial freezers. I
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absolutely *loved* it. Wearing nothing but my uniform polo vest, boots, trousers, and hairnet, I would build pallets, pull
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out ingredients, and sometimes just hide for a bit. It felt /great./
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I could work hard in the cold, too. While your body attempting to regulate temperature uses a lot of energy, especially
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in the cold, not getting hot and sweaty meant that I was comfortable to keep going for much longer. I could do a lot
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more than I could normally, which had a tendency to surprise me when I attempted to do some of the same work outside of
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the freezer.
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This adoration for temperatures most might describe as a bit nippy (Approximately minus thirteen degrees Celsius, if
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memory serves) only intensified during the height of that summer. A steel-roofed production floor with very little in
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the way of temperature control meant I tended to volunteer to do more work in the fridges and freezers, eventually
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getting to the point where I'd stop what I was doing to stand in the freezer for a bit.
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So, if the sun would just get a bit cooler for me, that'd be excellent. I can't be dealing with all this "sunshine" and
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"fabulous days."
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