It's about -20 out. I step outside to let Brio out, and my nostrils instantly stick together and my eyeballs sting as they start to freeze over. I ball my fists up inside my gloves and try not to let the lining of my coat touch my arms, because the air pocket between lining and skin is warmer. My toes go numb in my boots within a minute. The snow has that squeaky sound it gets when it's so cold it's dried to styrofoam.
And the kids next door are out playing hockey on the sidewalk as if it's summer. At least today they're wearing coats. Yesterday they were in t-shirts and shorts. Even Brio rolls in the snow and pushes his face into drifts, delighted.
I fully acknowledge I'm a wimp.
