When the cold stops biting and starts feeling like a second skin.
That sharp, initial gasp when the water hits your chest. lips_turned_blue
Hiked the extra mile even though your "toes were falling off". Chose the adventure over the easy exit. When the cold stops biting and starts feeling
We’ve all been there. It’s that specific shade of violet-blue that appears only after you’ve stayed in the lake twenty minutes past the point of shivering. Your fingers are pruned, your teeth are chattering a frantic rhythm, and your mother is standing on the shore with a towel, shouting that it’s time to come in. lips_turned_blue