Three Months Later

As I sit and sweat in sweltering Washington, DC, it's easy to forget that there ever was a time when I felt cold. But cold, cold, cold I was, oh so freakin' cold, on my "spring break" to Berlin and Stockholm. If I close my eyes, I can almost feel the cool, pelting hail and the crisp, blinding snow.*

Brrrrlin

Snowholm





*Actually, that's just the water I squirted into the fan spitting back in my face.