I like air 
that hurts to breathe
and a sky that stings
to look at

I like prickled
sense of goosebumps
and a hand packed ball
of snow

I like rain
that falls for days
and nights as if 
never ending

and yet

I like warmth
of a hearth in
the dead of a dark
cold winter
I like tea
brewed just so
to steam in ones
numb hands

I like comfort
of a down comforter
wrapped up tight and