That might refer merely to your experience of your current weather conditions, but it likely signifies more. In either case, here's a poem by Stevens to contemplate while your feeling the chill:
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
I think we're going to have to read Deleuze, not only to interpret that poem but to continue in our exploration of consciousness as informed by phenomenology and post-phenomenological Continental Thought. It seems the best place to start reading Deleuze is with
Difference and Repetition. I've located a few pages of that book , available at Google Books, that are enlightening: Follow this link:
Difference and Repetition - Gilles Deleuze - Google Books
This will take you either to three extracts from the book obtained by searching by the name Merleau-Ponty, or directly to the second extract, going to page 77. Scroll up a few pages for orientation and then read pages 77-80, if you will. I am interested in what you,
@Pharoah, and
@Soupie think of this.