Frost on the Pumpkin

Just a little cold this morning. The temperature was in the single digits and the wind was blowing hard. It blew especially hard across the train platform where I was waiting this morning. The train pulled in after about ten minutes; I took my seat and thought warm thoughts. As I usually do I pulled a book out of my bag, then took my glasses off (I'm myopic) and began to perch them on my head -- but I couldn't. My hair had frozen solid. As I slipped my specs down my nose so I could read over their top I resolved to allow more time between showering and leaving on cold days. This lesson to be forgotten well before the next cold day.