cold.

like, 32 degrees while i was waiting out on the street for the bus to class yesterday at 7.35am.

i could even see my breath during the bus ride.

it's perma-jeans for the next 5 months, which, now in week two, is still something i'm getting used to.

it's beanie hair, futzing with gloves when you need to get your keys out of your pocket to open the front door, and shopping for long johns.

winter. but it also means crisp air, a possible white Christmas, and a toasty apartment. a real season. which helps me understand the rest of the world, after growing up in a place where i always went to the beach on Christmas day...