At the moment that I am writing this, it is -5(F) in Chicago. But, nobody cares what the actual temperature is. Our eyes all glance over at what it really feels like. Never does it feel warmer, to brace against the cold chill. Still, we hope that it is more hopeful than the -24(F) it feels at the moment that I am typing this.

When I go to work tonight, it will not be much different. Not much better. Or worse. I work in a very weather specific environment. Ice cream, to be exact. Although we do get customers in these cold Chicago nights, I wonder who will come in tonight. Their breath, illuminated by the kind of lights that make you blink your eyes once or twice to get used to them, but you never do. Hands, rubbing together vigorously to get warm, only to be cold again once they wrap their mittens around that red cup. You've 'Gotta Have It' to come out in this kind of weather.

But, I'll be there.