My skin hurts.

Negative thirty tonight. Its moments like this that force me to remind myself of the incredible spring, summer and fall seasons in Michigan. But when I step outside and my skin hurts just on the walk to the car the thought creeps in. Talking about the weather seems to be a pretty safe go to, especially for the casual pass by who wants to engage a little deeper than the disconnected hi, how are you. The greeting of formality can be combined with a discussion of limitless potential once the subject of climate is broken.