"What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
In the heart of winter...
...I'm transported back to my childhood. Keeping true to my Jersey roots, I love me a good blizzard. I used to pray for snow every year on my birthday because hey, what little girl wouldn't want a white birthday? I have so many fond memories of the winter -- sledding down the snow covered streets, building snowmen, constructing igloos, that feeling you get when your hands are so cold and when you finally return to the indoors and they start to defrost it feels like they're burning up. I wouldn't trade my childhood for temperate climates because I think the seasons build character and they grow appreciation. The heat of summer isn't as cherished without the memory of a bitter cold winter; the blossoms of spring time aren't as beautiful without first seeing the trees shed their skin in the brisk of autumn.