It’s entirely too late to be doing groceries, but I’m doing them anyway. The snow has mostly melted away, and the ground is overall wet. It’s not cold enough to freeze, which is good, but it’s cold enough for me to be walking briskly. Not because I want to be out of the cold, but because I know that it will allow me to get just warm enough.
I’ve always preferred the cold to the heat. I appreciate a lot of lower temperatures, from the moist cloying cold of an ocean sunset, to the dry bitter chill of a winter wind. I’ve never enjoyed the heat in any form.
Which is really surprising from a nature versus nurture point of view because my heritage is mostly from a tropical island nation.