Having spent six years of college in Florida and another two years working in North Carolina, I sometimes question the sanity of having come to (of all places) Minnesota.
I don’t like being cold.
Silly me.
I’m not one of those adventurous explorer types who merely need sufficient layers. I’m more of a hunker-down-and-watch-netflix-til-spring, hibernation type. That admitted, I took a brief walk on Saturday, two days following a crazy snowstorm that attempted to bury my town in white driftiness. This is what I saw: