Even though I know that, yes, technically spring has sprung, I'm still a bit skeptical. Some of the usual signs are here - I saw my first robin, drank my first iced coffee, and got back on my bike without feeling like my lungs might freeze. But I can't help but notice that the weather forecast for the next few days is averaging around the mid-thirties.
My usual technique for dealing with the cold is to wear and giant scarf and then just try to ignore it. Sometimes I channel my nordic roots and pretend to be a Viking, because, as my frozen brain likes to say, Vikings don't get cold, they just get awesome. If it's especially windy, I pretend to be Shackleton exploring the Antarctic; he definitely got cold, but at least he got to see penguins. I play all sorts of mind games with myself to battle a physical phenomenon. And while this isn't necessarily the most direct solution, it does at least provide some entertainment.
It also spills over into my cooking. In an unfortunately unsuccessful attempt to coax out some warm weather, I picked up a pineapple at the supermarket the other day and decided it was time to make something fruity and colorful.
