Oh, the misery

Well this was a miserable commute, if I ever had one.

Notice how these lamps are casting rays through the mist? That is not mist. It’s thick, half-melted slush pouring down from the sky. In heavy wind. In my face. In the blackest of nights.

Bicycle stays home tomorrow. We have 15-20 cm of snow in the forecast; it’s not worth it.