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I like to wear a lot of clothes. I like to wear layer upon layer so that my skin underneath gets imprinted with the nubbed surface of whatever knitwear I'm sporting that day. I can't do this in the spring. Summer is ok, because then you don't really have to wear any clothes and let's face it, what I'm really lamenting here is extremes. All or nothing. None of this middle-of-the-road stuff. I will miss dressing like Julie Christie in Dr. Zhivago. That's how winter lets you dress, and the loss of that is a thing to be mourned.
It is now 1:00 pm, and the snow is stronger than it has been all day, I think.