Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.
There can be no possible question that cold is felt much more keenly in the thin air of nineteen thousand feet than it is below.
My pussy game cold, when he hit it he say burrrr
I wish I could find words to explain what this kind of cold is like- the cold that has somehow gotten in underneath your skin and is getting colder and colder inside you.
I'm telling you, until I shaved my head, I never realized how much heat is lost through the top of the head. I walk out in winter and it feels like I have an ice pack on my head. Unbelievable.
And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.
The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.
I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.
