When it is cold outside there is nothing like a warm bed with lots of blankets. Everyone thinks so. When it is cold out there is nothing like walking down the street using all of your energy just to keep warm, right into a little shop where they have the heat blasting so you can feel all your tense muscles relax, it makes you want to shop. When it is cold soup always sounds good to eat.
It is cold, and breath can be seen all over the city. Downtown bus stops, gas stations, movie theater lines and bicicle paths. Visions of our lungs work apearing and disapearing every few seconds, a constant token of the cold. We are not smoking, it is just winter.

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