One also may have a loving spouse, a hearty stew, a good movie, and a cup of brew, forgetting the world without for the warmth within, all while the snow taps at the window.
You got it, sir.
As long as the inside--of the house, of the person--is warm, the cold and the darkness outside are meaningless.
Thanx for the ping.
And thanx, Geezer, for a warm description of a cold winter.
Born and raised in Southern California, I never new what winter snows were all about. My wife and I bought a cabin in the Sierra last year, and have since found out the true beauty of winter.
But, sir, I'll take a few hills and trees, to watch the sun cast its shadows across, at sunrise and sunset.