And the iceman melteth

Without any hat, or gloves, or pants (still had the shorts though), or jackets to weigh me down I felt like I was running on air. The warm sun propelling me along the banks of the Charles River. Dogs running to and fro, children swinging on the playsets as I cruised on by. The still air gently caressing my face and lulling me into a quiet trance. Ah, springtime in Boston.

Wait, it's still only February.