Walkin' down that old sidewalk, Washington Street. Ann Arbor. Slippin' and slidin' on my way to the YMCA. So cold that clouds connect to chimneys and the purples and reds in the sky seem painted behind panes of glass. Brrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiittooo. I blow some soap bubbles into the air and they fly...despite the coldest temperatures in a long while (-36 degrees f, too cold c) they raise and the pine needles tear the skin of the bubble like plastic. Oh, and there was a bubble that survived and it floated into the nearby snow patch. Frozen. I picked it up...it looked like a solid marble and woah....it melted when I touched it.