It's so nice when you are hot and a bit pink in the cheeks, to go outside in the cool, crisp air and having the icy atmosphere nibble at your exposed skin. Maybe not to the extent of this poor little cherub. You can run, you can jump and not even get hot because its just so chilly outside. I love not getting red in the face or sweaty when I jog. And then, ironically, isn't it nice to come into your warm house, discover how ice cold most of your skin is - clothed or not - and getting all toasty warm again.
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