November 18th – It was a cold, thankfully dry journey home. The roads were glistening with ice, and the main ones, a fresh scattering of road salt.
The first icy commute home of the winter is always hard. My hands and face were cold. It hurt.
Stopping at a shop in the way home, I noticed that the temperature was marginally still above zero degrees Celsius.
That was a shock. it felt much colder.
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