So I had just got off work this afternoon. I was sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus. The temperature was dropping fast and a cold wind from the NW was slicing right through my suddenly inadequate clothes. The skies looked like this:
And playing on my iPod: Mother Russia by Renaissance. I felt like I had been transported to some small city in the West Siberian Plain, nowhere near Florida.
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