Brr?

This weekend contained arguably the coldest few days I've ever been through. Temps stayed between negative-four and positive-ten degrees since Friday. And while the air in my neighborhood was definitely pretty cold, it was certainly bearable, despite evidence in the picture above. [Please ignore the previous sentence if you arrived home Monday night to an apartment that lacked electricity and heat and had to call your extremely kind friend at 3am to ask to sleep in the luxurious warmth of his hobbit hole. Hypothetically.]

That feeling you get when every hair in your nose freezes and makes you think there's a boogey hanging out when there really isn't? I hadn't felt that since my days at the bus stop in 11th grade. So being outside has been a nostalgic experience lately, which is nice.

It should also be noted that walking around at night when snow is falling is very very excellent.