:: Monday, November 25, 2002 ::

For the past couple of weeks I was worried that insted of winter we would have a monsoon. I am prepared to ride my bike all winter. I am not prepared to ride my bike through a Mylasian-style wet season. I started making plans to buy a pair of hip-boots. Fortunately, as I rode downtown last night the air temperature reached 15°F, turning the freezing drizzle into a gentle dusting of snow which melted pleasantly on my face. I love snow. I have a number of theories to account for this, ranging from being born January in Northern Wisconsin, to my distant Viking roots, to the fact that snow mutes and covers up the filthy city landscape, slows down traffic, and reminds everyone in the artificial urban juggernaut called Chicago that nature is still in control. Also, it is so pretty.

This morning was bright, clear, and so cold my face felt like someone had slapped it. It was nice, invigorating, and it put a big mental post-it note on my forehead that said "get a scarf." Winter mornings are wonderful because all of the moisture freezes out of the atmosphere and you can see forever. The blood in your face starts pumping and all of the mucus that has accumulated in your sinuses after sucking in polluted air all summer comes streaming out your nose in a purifying flow of snot.

Read more about snow here.
Read more about biking in the snow here.
Unfortunately I could not find anything more about purifying flows of snot.

:: Ira 11:21 AM [+] :: [comment/respond]
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