I love walking home in the middle of the night when the wind is blowing and it's freezing cold. It is the only way to travel in Maine, one step at a time.
My only complaints, the wind isn't strong enough to blow the snow to the degree of blinding (making my $5 investment in clear UV glasses less valuable), and it's not cold enough (they over use the word 'arctic' in our weather reports), and there are no moose or polar bears. boooorinG. At least I can count on the occasional carload of small town bullies trying to jump me.
Awesome! Running down the center of the street from the bad dudes out of a '90s sitcom, and I'm stuck in an '80s feel-good movie.