It is cold here, and only getting colder.

People are leaving a "Thanksgiving Counseling and Recovery Night" party, none of whom are bundled up enough for the late night/early morning cold. All of our cars are parked in a line along the street each sporting a think shield of frosty ice. Cranky engines turn over, headlights are flipped on, and defrosters blow on high as shivering people climb out with ice scrapers in hand. Slowly people forfit the battle accepting small holes of visibility as they take turns pulling out of the neighborhood creating what looks like an advertisement for a vacation agency. Instead it is just another winter night in Wisconsin as people drive the cold route home.

Just moments before everyone was sharing warmth inside carrying a glass of wine in one hand a smile on their face. Until sleep overs start getting planned for this weather, I'm moving to Los Angeles.