Miles to Go before I Sleep
Cold days were the hardest for her. A skiff of snow on the ground would mean that the air would pack around her instantly and invade every part, no matter how well insulated. She'd lose her breath for a few seconds. She'd have to watch where she stepped and let each foot fall sort of floppily just to test the ground for slipperiness before she put any weight on it at all.
"I hate living where it's cold. I want to move somewhere warm." But she didn't really want to leave the mountains, the good schools, the community, her friends.