I biked home from the party tonight in breezy 10 degree air (wind­chill -23 deg F). I still haven’t busted out the long under­wear or the bal­a­clava, yet it feels great. It’s been too warm this win­ter. I think I would enjoy a solid week of howl­ing, mis­er­able cold weather. Maybe a month. I like to see the river freeze into a solid mir­ror­like mass. I like to watch my sweat re-form as pow­dery ice on the outer sur­face of my breath­able jacket. I like the excite­ment of step­ping out­side and the sense of accom­plish­ment upon return­ing to the heated build­ings that we, the priv­i­leged peo­ple, take for granted.