After a few days of temperatures in the thirties, it's back to sub-zero. And wind. Which is quite uncommon here. But - and i do hesitate to say this - I like it more like this.
These last few days may have been warmer, but instead we've had the slush. The infernal watery almost-snow material. Plus the much higher humidity, making for a more biting cold. A friend of mine wrote to me yesterday from Denmark, complaining about exactly that damp, gnawing cold. And it's still in the thirties over there.
That's when it hit me. I like it cold. That is, I like it cold or hot. Not bland. All or nothing.
But then again, that really shouldn't have come as any surprise to me.