As a newer, daily bus commuter, I have yet to experience a winter on ‘the metro’.
My 39-degrees-walk, suddenly reminded me of this…
Woefully ill-equipped for mornings NOT in the car…I find my brain racing through the inventory of the drawers in the house; knowing my gloves are in there somewhere.
Mentally retracing my steps from LAST March… seems like years ago.
Meanwhile, warmly on the bus… I can ALMOST feel my knuckles.
Is it April yet?
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