I love the cold for the way a cup of coffee warms up your soul. For the way you keep moving your body because its motion is more powerful than that cup. I love the cold for the way we want other bodies, for the way skin clinging to skin is our favorite kind of warmth. the way this need for warmth is code for that dirty word: intimacy. For sexy, sweaty summer and its liberating lack of layers, can't compare to the subtlety of sweaters.