Last night as I was wandering out of a rehearsal, I heard some little kid tell his parents "Hey, it's not that cold." Everyone around agreed as it was finally about 43 degrees out, which is almost shorts weather. Coloradoans are sturdy folk, even though none are native. Really we're sturdy transplants hardened to massive weather dramas.
I was thinking about this today as I ate lunch in a Boulder park. I had brought my lunch thinking (foolishly) that the park would be a quiet place to eat. Trails and parks in Boulder are empty only when it's 20 below zero and three feet of snow is actively falling. Even then, if you were to sit in a park eating lunch, there would still be the 65-year-old man jogging by in way too tight spandex shorts. Everyone was out in force today jogging, biking, roller blading, and all basically moving forwards at a tremendous speed.
My lunch ended in an odd fashion when I noticed two guys taking pictures of me with a camera on a tripod. I can only hope the dirty looks I gave them and the finger I showed (it was one of ten) were both in focus without much jostling on their part. At least my lunch was good.
An Erinku:
fingers cold
toes cold
window
open anyway
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