Scrambler

‚ÄčAn Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Ok, that hurts.

I am in a fair bit of pain. And simply put, I have a new found respect for cold weather. Because it is so cold, it hurts.

Riding to work this morning was bitter…with a temperature of -12 and a strong wind blowing off the freezing desert, it was wind chill affected -21. I need to stress this again:

-21.

My hands and fingers are aching, as if I’ve been punching a wall for hours. My face is numb, my beard filled with ice. I can’t feel my feet. And then you come into the warm building, and everything cramps. Like having your balls. Kicked. Up your arsehole.

And the worst bit? Before I leave home, I stared out the window and thought how nice it looked: visually, there is no difference between a clear blue spring morning, and a clear blue winter morning. Damn it…I can feel my tan being blown away.