Yesterday my apartment complex turned the heat on. The temperature here dropped to a paltry 47 degrees last night- it was a nice change. As I snuggled in bed I had fond memories of crispy Colorado winter mornings, the frost glistening on the tree branches and people looking like little trains, puffing their breath out behind them. Colorado was a great place to enjoy winter as a kid; riding tractor inner tubes down hills and across fields, making snowforts, and just watching big, fancy snowflakes float down from the clouds.

Alas, I’ve moved to the city. Now I have brown polluted slush and 2mile-an-hour traffic to look forward to. Maybe I’ll try to tobaggan down the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in a vain attempt to bring back some childhood fun.