It is brilliantly cold today. The kind of cold that startles you as you open the door to the outside. After listening to the forecasters all morning rattle on about how cold it is, you think you are prepared for the blast, but it's not a blast, it's just pure cold, a chillness surrounding you, entering you, consuming you, that new coat, useless, the good hat you wore, a piece of tissue paper, those thick gloves need thick gloves themselves. You drink in a lung full of the air and it is like swallowing a whole frozen margarita, can you get an ice cream headache by just breathing the air?
You head to the subway thanking every lucky star you have that it is only a half a block to the doorway. What, you ask yourself, do the homeless do on a day like today? How can a cop or a firefighter or anyone else who must work outside on a day like today do it?
Then you get to the park for a short, very, run and there are people out in the cold, walking, looking at the birds, jogging, escorting their dogs on their morning rounds... .
What are you going to do when winter comes?
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