I’d like to beat Ron with a weather vane.
The average temperature in my town during the last fortnight has been about 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Dry and bone cold, blue skies and biting sunshine, unseasonably frigid. I ride a motorcycle as if it were cool to do when it’s so cold that snot solidifies on upper lips and tears streak ice across cheeks. Learned my winter lesson about the importance of having tires warm with friction for traction instead of just carelessly zooming off on cold, hard tires that don’t grip squat. I must have rocks in my head because it ain’t cool to not have a car. It’s downright dangerously cold. This is weather that really makes you thank god that you’re not homeless in a downtown doorway, where even just four walls means living or possibly dying. Last year I spent 11 months where it rarely fell below 80 degrees and I’ve come to realize that my core temperature still reflects the sea off the southern coast of Vietnam.