Wild hares don't have warm houses to live in like their domesticated brethren. They have to deal with the weather changes no matter how severe they are. Luckily, they've got lots of fur, and they seem to get along just fine out there. The rabbit that came to visit our yard eventually left and hasn't returned.
The rabbit made me think about people who live on the streets. It's so easy to take for granted that we have a warm house to go back to when the cold starts biting. Unfortunately, there are some that don't have this luxury. Every year, people die due to cold, and even those who don't die are forced to live, immersed in its unrelenting nature.
So, the next time you're cold, perhaps you'll be reminded of those who can't escape the cold. I know I will be.