It keeps getting colder while I keep getting older

Ah yes, another sign of age. How exciting!
Because I grew up in Texas, where the summertime humidity hangs in the air like a thick, invisible fog, I never had too much trouble getting used to the cold when I went to college in Idaho. From there I lived in Vancouver, Canada for a time and became even more accustom to cold weather.
In fact, I actually began to enjoy it. I don't know, it just felt ... romantic. Seeing the snow and feeling the cold, frosty air was like living in a Christmas song, like each new snowy day was like "the most wonderful time of the year."
Even after getting married and settling down in Utah, I never really minded that cold air, especially compared to that brutal, dry summer heat that practically buckled your knees just walking out the door to go get the mail.