In my youth I never knew that Sukkot actually existed and only experienced it’s beauty and warmth in my later years. It might appear cold to eat outside in this fairly weak structure but understanding that my ancestors lived in such primitive structures (as they traveled to the homeland) builds a bit more warmth even in the coldest days. For how else can you explain their survival if not by the love of G-D that made sure it didn’t come crashing down on them. Even today we feel we might feel we are well protected in our sturdy structures but just like a Sukkot one strong wind can knock us off our pedestal. Sukkot gives me a few moments in my day to reflect on that love and pray that it will continue to bring warmth to us all.