Random Commuter Observation

As usual, James Lileks says it best:

Without the wind it’s not that bad; wind makes the cold cruel and malevolent, a ravenous thing that sticks its fingers down your collar and up your cuffs. Without the wind, the air feels vast and vacant; the world is a great empty room, waiting to be furnished by the sun.

'Course, it's five below up where he is and ten above where I am. Many of you will probably dismiss this as so much mid-Atlantic nancy-boy whining, but I'm cold.

(Of course, I'll look back on these frozen commuter walks with fond feeling and not a little regret when I'm being parboiled in late July and early August.)

UPDATE: The Irish Elk has a dose of what'll warm up yer toes a bit.