Cold, crisp, windy out.
I jokingly call this football weather. There was a period when I was in 4th grade, where every kid had discovered football in a big way, so I did too. I remember my parents even got me a football uniform, so I could play it.
Then I watched a game, and my eyes glazed over.
Football turned out to be boring.
But when it gets like this outside, I think of that day I put on my uniform and ran outside to throw a football around. And of course skinned my knuckles, which really hurt because it was so whoppingly cold outside.
It’s cold out.
