The sun beams are warm, but there’s a fairly strong breeze. You’re warm in your core, but the breeze is cold. The hairs on your arms start to bristle like when you’re in the grocery store, standing with the frost-covered freezer door open because you can’t see the thing you know you want that may be in there. On the back of your neck, the hot air beats down out of the vent in the ceiling. The breeze coming out of the freezer is so crispy and brisk you can almost feel the hair on your face getting frosty.
