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.