The frigid temperatures have been a shock to my old system. The cold is so bitter that when you inhale it feels as though all the tiny hairs in your nostril have been lit on fire and are burning away the inside of your nose.
The day of the first snow during the week was laughable. I went out to catch my bus after work and their were mobs (I mean MOBS) of people waiting on the corner. Most people ended up spending at least an hour waiting to get on a bus. It was ridiculous. By the time I finally got home, my feet were so frozen they felt like they were in flames.
I love snow - I prefer winter apparel - but I could do without the burning.
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