Glenn not only seemed content; he was happy.

"This is great," he said.

His coat was open, his hands uncovered, and he watched the storm and listened with manifest delight.

Carley hated to betray what a weakling she was, so she resigned herself to her fate, and imagined she felt her fingers numbing into ice, and her sensitive nose slowly and painfully freezing.
The storm passed, however, before Carley sank into abject and open wretchedness.

She managed to keep pace with Glenn until exercise warmed her blood.