Emily Couch

Welcome to The Moth.

I'm Emily Couch.

It's bleak outside this time of year.

Okay, maybe if you're in Sydney or Miami, the weather's lovely and sunny.

But if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, well, it's chilly and snowy and gray.

As the weather outside gets colder and colder, and it seems like spring will never return, The Moth is sharing stories all about the magic and the misery of winter, from traveling down icy roads to finding warmth with your loved ones.

So instead of going outside, why don't you bundle up, pour a mug of hot cocoa, and listen to some stories.

First up, we have Cola Rung, who told us at an Atlanta story slam where the theme was elbow grease.

Here's Cola live at the Moth.

That was Kola Rum.

Dylan Killian, popularly known by his pen name Kola Rum, is a spoken word artist, poet, storyteller, and novelist residing in Atlanta, Georgia.

He has published two darkly comedic novels and is in the midst of finishing an Afro-futuristic novel, Fifth's Lantern.

One of my first memories took place during a snowstorm.

I was three or four years old and living in Brooklyn on 7th Avenue, which is one of the main drags there.

It snowed so hard that the whole city shut down.

It was impossible to drive and the streets were empty.

So my mother bundled me in my coat and pulled me up and down our usually busy road on my sled.

It was pure magic and I've loved snow ever since.

After the break, another story that will put a chill down your spine.

Because of the cold.