45° Fahrenheit.
6° Celsius.
Raining.
Legitimately so.
Wellies, coats, and umbrellas abound.
And still I've seen, at minimum, 7 passersby with their frigid fingers locked about iced coffees.
Habituation, addiction, or simply acclimatization?
45° Fahrenheit.
6° Celsius.
Raining.
Legitimately so.
Wellies, coats, and umbrellas abound.
And still I've seen, at minimum, 7 passersby with their frigid fingers locked about iced coffees.
Habituation, addiction, or simply acclimatization?
