My husband hates the cold. I don't like it either, but I don't FEEL cold as easily as he does. When I had the shopping done today and he was still at work, I went for a walk with deep frozen pizzas and bread, dangling in a bag from my left hand, and a lot of stuff in my rucksack, but it was so cold I wasn't worried anything might go bad. I started taking pics of the ice flowers on parked cars. Then I went to a part of town with living houses that were built on the tracks of a former horse race course with the streets still following the oval shape. The inner space is still a vast grass aerea with ponds and park-like landscape where ducks and gulls gather around ice holes. There is a playground where a Russian granny was taking a toddler out, and the way she talked to him was exactly the singing tone with stretched vowels as my granny used to talk to me.
In the ponds and ditches I saw interesting ice phenomena. And the sparkling of the light on the frosted green was almost supernatural! I spent an hour in this park until it was getting chilly, but after a few faster steps the warmth came back. Take a walk with me!