the one where you say “how cold is it?”
so…it’s so cold outside.
[insert your line here. Yes, you really need to say it. Out loud.]
It is so cold that the steam from my breath froze into a thin film of ice on the inside of my glasses and I had to stumble through a foggy, psychedelic haze for three blocks down Tremont.
Maybe walking from the train on a day with a 5-below wind chill wasn’t the best idea I’ve had…