This is going to sound weird, but I am thankful to have grown up in a region where it gets cold. Like, really, really cold. Like below zero degrees Fahrenheit cold.
The cold makes you endure. The cold, be it because it’s uncontrollable and is one of those forces that makes you think about all the possibilities of the cold, warms the imagination. And gives you the perfect reason to enjoy a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows. Not that you needed a reason in the first place.