A grey and rainy Tuesday after Labor Day is a great way to trigger that ancient seasonal dread.
Tonight was a beautiful night to snuggle up with a someone at a park in front of a fun movie that’s okay to ignore every so often.
It’s a really nice night for a patio date along the Mississippi in Minneapolis. The breeze cancels most of the heat, and the light is perfect.
At 37 °F, it’s warm enough for flesh tones to return to view on Twin Cities sidewalks.
Grey suits this Monday.
I don’t mind mustache icicles, but I hate it when I walk back into a warm room and thirty seconds later I have to wipe my nose on anything nearby like a three year old with a cold.
Winter skies in Minnesota are good for my heart.
I just saw a fellow pedestrian wearing two fur-lined hoods. Two.