I shouldn't be surprised. But when I stepped onto the street this morning, I was. The cold hit me in the face, and I wanted to run back inside. I pushed on. It's only 20. It was too cold to snap any pics, but it's a bright and shiny morning in the Big Apple. You would love it. By the time I reached the park, I had picked up my pace and my frustration. The wind.
A jogger passed by about that time and peered at me as if to say "What's your problem? What are you complaining about? Get a move on."
So there you have.
Let's go. Move it.