Being Canadian people always think that I must like the cold, or at least that I am used to it. Seems I never am used to it, and I often fantasize that I am on a warm beach when I am out braving the elements.
I grew up near the mountains and skied just about every weekend. I was lucky and it was awesome, but my favorite part of the day was when I would come into the lodge for hot chocolate in a tiny non-eco friendly styrofoam cup.
Weather is a big topic here in New York, just like traffic is in LA, it's something we all have in common and can't control.
It's always interesting to see how people react to hot/cold/rain/snow. I vow today to love the snow, to be grateful that maybe being cold today means that the ice cap isn't melting as much, and that we are slowly reversing global warming, regardless of my heavy consumption of hot chocolate in strofoam cups.