If the cold outside exists solely to feel that remarkable comfort of warmth returning when you go indoors, that’s justification. 

But they’re must be better ways.

The stray cats of the fashion districts and the tigers with unsolved psychological blemishes, can have conversations with each other that do not translate.

I am thankful for the playing of light on rippling pools, and the misty clearings of moss covered rock terrain.

As it gets warmer again.