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It is rather cold today. There was a little snow outside the window during Law & Econ, and a lot of snow outside the window during the video game class. Now it down in the negative-C range.
People refer to this temperature (and those below it) as "bitter cold" but I've never understood the phrase. It is sweet and pure, a bit like spring water. It is silent and bright, like the snow that treads on its heels.
I like its effect on me. My legs work swiftly and without complaint. My mind works even faster. Facing a cold night is like facing fear. Everything in my body threatens to lock up, until I tell it, "No, relax; we've got this."
And indeed we do. Chill washes over me, but I am still there. And I am more me than I will be once I enter the building and the oppressive warmth swaths my mind in a blanket of lethargy.
For the moment, I am face-to-face with perfection and clarity. It is unmistakably hostile, but that's fine.
As I suspect I will be sick of it too, by mid-January.
People refer to this temperature (and those below it) as "bitter cold" but I've never understood the phrase. It is sweet and pure, a bit like spring water. It is silent and bright, like the snow that treads on its heels.
I like its effect on me. My legs work swiftly and without complaint. My mind works even faster. Facing a cold night is like facing fear. Everything in my body threatens to lock up, until I tell it, "No, relax; we've got this."
And indeed we do. Chill washes over me, but I am still there. And I am more me than I will be once I enter the building and the oppressive warmth swaths my mind in a blanket of lethargy.
For the moment, I am face-to-face with perfection and clarity. It is unmistakably hostile, but that's fine.
As I suspect I will be sick of it too, by mid-January.
