We meet again cold weather. You are my favorite kind of air because I get to wear knit scarves and little boots. My only complaint is not about you at all but about socks, as I have learned I seem to have a problem telling black and navy blue apart. Its just one of those things that looks fine in the dark, then in the sunlight and realize you're an idiot. One day I'm gonna write to those people who sit up in a high rise and decide what shade of navy to dye their socks and tell them to pick a navy navy, not a black with a tiny hint of blue. Help a sister out.