I had frost in my beard this morning as I cycled to work – chunks of ice that make all the hairs in my beard stick to each other. It was the first time I’ve frosted up this year. There’s something fantastic about having your warm breath immediately form ice on your face. It’s strangely refreshing. I love the cold air in my lungs. I love the onset of winter – it’s strangely divine.

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