Walking into the wind during this dank Winter means that when I use my scarf in Snowligan fashion, it seals my mouth so thoroughly that there is nowhere for the warm breath to go but up onto my glasses so that I cannot see. During my rare trips down the cycle/walking path between 31st Avenue and 24th in Moorhead, I had to basically look over my glasses to see where the hell I was going.
Fuck this Winter.
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