I was tragically mislead. In the midst of our frigid winter, I was lured by the tease of 40 degree temperatures and decided to follow the sun on a short walk. The walk became shorter as the wind became stronger and each icy puddle became deeper. The snow that blanketed the ground still ran into rigid frozen drifts that lined the streets. The icy slush, too broad to wade around, forced me into the street which was far too narrow from the snow. Tired of fighting the violent wind, I turned back. Today, the sun was much more enjoyable from inside than from outside.
