The moment you realize you are no longer in Miami
You open the front door and everything is covered in a white substance that did not come from Colombia.
Last time I scraped ice off a windshield was almost 40 years ago and used clear half of cassette box. It usually worked better than the tools designed for the chore.
I am afraid the diet is gonna take a hit. It seems the body does not consider salad a proper winter food and is letting me know it.
And yes, I expect thicker “shipments” of the white shit in the coming months. You don’t have to rub it in.
I do need thicker socks.