One of my favorite all-time lines in any rock song is from Spoon's "Rhthm & Soul." Britt Daniel sings—with his signature heartbreaking nonchalance—"Winter, it gets cold in ways you always forget." It's a simple statement (and obviously an emotional metaphor) but sooo true.
Needless to say, it's been on my mind over the last two days. When I left for Thailand we had yet to experience real winter temperatures. And, after a month in a tropical paradise, I had no idea what 25 degrees would feel like. It feels cold. In your bones. And it's only gonna get colder.
But even harder to adjust to is the greyness of American winter—the overall lack of color. Good thing I have Doug, and a hoard of loose green tea I bought in Japan, to keep me warm.
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