winter

I used to tell people I loved the winter, and to some extent I still do. Skiing is one of my favorite activities. I like the way snow settles on sidewalks. Winter provides many moments of serenity.

But frankly it’s the end of March and NYC continues to deliver windy, 30 degree bullshit every morning. I’m over it.

*I assume that living in Chicago one consistently experiences a significantly worse version of this weather.