Last year’s snow / Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
I have stopped complaining or minding the cold. Try riding your bike in below freezing weather, with a windchill in the teens for a while and you become numb (literally) to it. Even then I don’t care, really — it’s only the wind and my inability to pedal at my normal speed. Also the other annoying thing are the massive amounts of clothing. Ah, delayering everywhere you go. Then there’s the heat. Yes, I’m complaining about the HEAT indoors. It’s too dry and my lips are cracking and I feel sick from too much of this dense heat. So really, it’s NOT the cold I’m complaining about. No… it’s everything else related to it. Still, somehow, I am a little in love with winter.
My love for it is complicated, definitely.
