That is not a clever post title. Sorry to disappoint, but my brain turned into ice this morning during the 2-block walk from my parking lot to my office, so I can't deliver the funny wordsmithing. The news reports said it would be cold today, and my sarcastic self thought, "Thanks for the bulletin. It's cold in February. Shocking."
Then I get punched in the face by a below-zero gust of wind, the kind that freezes your nasal passages and causes tears to stream from your eyes.
Now, I am humbled.
(For my favorite version of the ode to romance in a snowstorm, click here and scroll, pussycat.)