As I type this, the temperature, as described by meteorologists, is "in the single digits" and the wind chill is even lower. Odd or not, the sometimes biting winter air has never been a deterrent for me. No matter how cold it is, you will never hear me longing for a warmer clime. As a friend always reminds me, I was the insane one when we were children who was never intimidated by sub zero temperatures. She recalls, as do I, me standing outside at night trying to hose down the driveway so I could create an ice skating rink while she waved from the light of a warmly lit window. Somehow the hose never froze and somehow after several applications, I was soon out there skating with a record player on the ground playing Tschaikowsky waltzes. (my dear friend was still waving and cheering me on from the window even when I hit an unfrozen patch of blacktop!)  When I remember those nights, or the days playing for endless hours in the snow and walking back from skating on the pond at dusk, there is no recall whatsoever of being miserably cold.