How do you feel about cold weather?

Cold weather and I have always got along just fine. There’s something honest about it. The sharp air, the quietness that comes with frost, the way the world feels stripped back to its essentials. Warm weather is pleasant enough, but I’ve never really trusted heat; it makes me feel sluggish and boxed in. Cold weather feels alive.

Considering my last two holidays took me into the Arctic Circle, I think it’s safe to say I actively seek the cold out these days. There’s a strange kind of peace standing somewhere so bitterly cold that the air bites your face and every breath reminds you that nature is still vastly bigger than we are. The Arctic has a way of making you feel wonderfully small, in the best possible sense. 

I think part of the appeal is that cold places feel quieter to me. Less chaotic. Less rushed. Snow muffles the noise of the world in a way few things can. Even the light feels different up there, softer and more thoughtful somehow. It suits the way my brain works.

So yes, give me frozen coastlines, dark winter mornings, thermals, and a flask of coffee over blazing sunshine any day. There’s beauty in the cold if you’re willing to stand still long enough to notice 

Stay safe

Bc