As I opened the door, the cold winter air swept in, the warm sunlight rushed through the entry way, and my eyes took in the early winter scenery. The suburban house rooftops decorated with lights, had been covered with frost, and the once green yards, with frozen condensation from the previous nights chilling winter air. As I walked to my car, I purposefully stepped on my lawn, just to make the frozen grass crunch under my feet, and as I turned back to look at my grass footprints, a smug satisfied smile appeared on my face. Content with the comical destruction, I turned around and continued walking to my car, entered it and turned it on. I blasted the heater and sat there; sipping my coffee while I waited for the car to warm up and the windows to defrost. Finally, I could see through the windows and the car a comfortable temp. So I put on my seatbelt, pressed lightly on the accelerator, and drove away from my frosty suburban neighborhood to face the rest of the brisk winter day.