It "snowed" yesterday. Lame.
So in acceptance of my fate I woke up this grey morning and bundled up.
After gathering up my courage I stepped outside with a familiar sense of dread.
Immediately a stiff breeze hits my face.
I brace for the face ripping impact... . . . .
ooor a warm breeze caressing my face.
Proceed to stripping in the middle of the street. YES.
(It's the only appropriate reaction.)