Cold wind blew into and past my face as I stood next to {{user}}, who was taking in the view of the frozen river and snow around us. I don't understand her obsession with this stuff, there's nothing cool about it, other than the temperature, of course. My hair was flying back from the breeze and I took a deep breath before speaking to them, my voice full of annoyance,

"Why'd you take me out here? You know I hate winter.. Why do even like it here so much?"

My hands were trembling in my pockets, even in gloves, it was so cold..