Instead of crawling into cotton clouds, and dreaming of ocean sands, I play with the wintry air. If you want to marry the wind, or the winter, you MUST bundle yourself in wool coats. It is the only way.
The frost cannot be received gladly unless you are warm. This is why I wear my gray faux fur. I call her wolf, because she reminds me of the traveling dog. Within her, summer warmth suffocates cold skin.