Sunday, this is the morning after 2015 Valentine’s Day. And it just happens to be perhaps the coldest day of the year. The temperature hovers around the minus twenty-three mark at its highest.
Frigidity brings physical closeness. People hold on tight to each other not only for love and comfort, but also for instinctual survival needs.
Wandering in this big city, I often come across people, not wearing any scarf, any hat or any gloves. Are they physiologically stronger than I am in dealing with Canadian winter, because they were born and raised in this climate? Or, are they already warmed up on the inside by the love of their lives?
