The windchill this morning was eighteen degrees.
When I was living in Maine, eighteen degrees was not that big a deal. Sure everything was frozen but you just put on some layers and went on about your business. When I lived in New York, I walked to work in much much colder temps.
I still have lots of cold weather things - even though I gleefully threw hats, scarves and mittens out the window of my car during my move from Maine to Florida many years ago.
So, bundling up, like I did today feels familiar to me. It reminds me of truly happy times in my life.
Winter weather is pretty darn easy to take when it only lasts a few days.