I absolutely adore the cold. I have no clue what it is about the cold in particular that makes me so happy, but if you told me that the way I died was by lying down in the snow and freezing to death, I would think it a rather pleasant way to meet the end—as pleasant as that usually is, at least...
By necessity, I despise the heat. It's not even particularly satisfying to relieve yourself from the heat via a fan or something, you still feel hot and miserable either way. Cold drinks also don't really relieve you, either, and I'm not sure why people make it out like they do. Meanwhile, in the cold, you are filled with ecstasy when you turn on a heater, and you get to drink stuff like hot chocolate.
Maybe it's just a personal thing, but I also really love how the snow looks. Being able to look outside and see all the usual colors covered up by a monochromatic white gives me a feeling of joy that I can't even describe. One's dream in life is to live in a state where it snows regularly. Unfortunately, where I'm at, it never snows... I've almost always lived in places that are just hot all year long—it's nothing short of dreadful...
