Coldness is Not an Effective Cure of Insomnia (but that's okay)

I am so cold and it's making this day better. Why is numbness more poignant than passion? Why does seeing your breath in the air render all else silly? (Just keep breathing. Soon the world will laugh and you will be cold and silent and happy in an untouchably icy way.) Let's just say that when it snows, life's superfluous sounds of static are stilled. And then when it snows and you go outside with hardly a thing on (for you're at your house in the middle of Thunder Bay State Forest, so no one cares anyway) and you breathe and see your self leaving in puffs and staying there instead of simply disseminating, that is a consummating feeling - a sort of frigid and therefore immalleable sense of afflatus. Doesn't help insomnia though. So I am writing and trying to sleep but I really just can't, especially as my typing fingers are so irreparably frozen (it seems) that resting them is out of the question: they might never un-rest.