Answer:
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am pinched by grandmas
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I begin and have no end. Eventually I will be the end of all that has begun.
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?