They'll tell you it's a time of gentle flakes, floating through the air; a million tiny artists, painting a beautiful blue-gray picture. They'll tell you it's a time of warm fires and cozy beds and snuggling up. They'll tell you it's a time of fun in the snow, romping and prancing like goats on a hillside. They'll tell you it's a time of dazzling sunsets and crisp morning air. They'll tell you it's nice.

Don't believe them.

(Madison, WI -- Currently -14°C(6°F), feels like -19°C (-3°F))

Blogger's block!

Running after a bus is such a futile but fun exercise. The pump of adrenalin. The thrill of speed. And the slightly stupid feeling when you don't catch it. Especially when the temperature is -6°C with wind chill.