The kind of cold where the snot in your nose freezes the moment you set one tippy toe outside.
The kind of cold where there's already a layer of ice crusting over the horses' water buckets the moment you turn back around.
And by morning they're just about frozen all the way through. But ya know what? There's just something about chucking said iceberg at the ground full force and seeing all the chunks busting into a million pieces that makes me feel just a lil bit better