The cold never bothered me anyway

Sometimes I think I like winter because my heart feels at home there.

I guess I'm referring to a lot of different aspects of the season in that one sentence.

• The way the bitter wind buffets, honestly cutting through to the core, where no layer of artifice provides the illusion of anything other than what is.
• How loving family and friends somehow warm you anyway, when you seem to have no heat resources of your own.
• How a storm sometimes follows close on the heels of a previous one, before you've had a chance to recover any sense of normalcy, making you just deal with it as best you can.
• How you steel yourself against the onslaught, knowing you are strong enough to survive it.

Okay, I'm probably going to come back and add to this one.