I know I may sound insane, but I actually secretly love when the weather turns sub-zero. There's a starkness and contrast unlike any other time of year. The air is paralytic. Allowing the sun to meet its dawn breaks its bones. It's what I enjoy about living in the midwest. There's a true honestly in the brutality of winter. It fills your lungs and burns your face and dries your skin. To survive it is like surviving a fight with a significant other. You come out the other end with a fresh consciousness and appreciation for what you have.