Walking home from grade school in Mount Washington was a breeze. I lived all of three blocks away. I remember every winter how the wind would funnel up my street and over Grandview Avenue into the abyss towards downtown. As that biting cold air whipped my body and face, I would clench up and turn away. I couldn’t tolerate the feeling of the cold. I’d wince hard and create tension through my body. The cold is primordial in this way—it evokes fear and demands resistance with i