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Like a lot of Americans, we've gotten a blast of cold. No snow, though they had several inches in the mountains not far from here. But it's regularly in the 20s (-5-10 C) when I sit out on my balcony at night. Cold enough to warrant a nice cuddly sweater, feel the air catch in my throat, and get a bit in the Christmas spirit. Decorations are nice, but it never felt like Christmas until I could breathe out and see my breath. The perils of coming back south is we don't often get that feeling, especially so early in the winter, so I'm enjoying it.

It reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from LOTR books, which I always hated got cut from the movies (though I 100% understand why). Even though it happened in late January, it just seems to fit with the early winter chill.

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