. . . make it great to be alive. If it were May or June, a 45 degree day would feel like a punch in the balls, but in december its like a little neck rub from god. I walked to work with the wind blowing through my hair. . .er. . .scalp. There was even a wisp of sunlight peeking through the slate sky.
Its amazing how little things like that can set the tone for the rest of your day. I think i can understand why people want to live in the tropics or the southwest, i really begin to miss the sun this time of year.