It was 20° when I woke up this morning at 6 am, and in the 2-1/2 hours since, has risen to 22°. In my book, that is pretty cold, despite having been back on the east coast for over a decade now.
Still, there is something pleasant about being out in the cold, particularly when the humidity is low and the air is dry as it is today. The windows are not frosted over so there is no scraping off ice. You can see your breath on the air, white as a cumulous cloud. Best of all, there is the wonderful feeling of taking a deep breath of ice cold air into your lungs, holding it there until it warms a little, and then blowing it out.
I love that about cold weather. It might make my morning walks a little chillier, but I find I spent my time taking deep, refreshing breaths of icy air, and there is something so relaxing about that.