We had a taste of Florida winter this past weekend. I woke to below-freezing temperatures for the first time in a while. After rooting through my dresser for a hat and some gloves, I went out layered in a t-shirt, hoodie, and coat. Any warmth from the sun was an hour away as the big dog and I set out on our pre-dawn walk.
Most mornings we encounter a few other dog walkers. We were very alone on our neighborhood loop.
Except for one guy. One guy was out scraping a light coating of ice off a windshield. This one guy was in nothing other than boxers. No pants, no shoes, no shirt, no hat, no gloves. Just boxers. He smiled and waved as we walked by, as if it were just another balmy day in the south.
I’ll bet it hasn’t been long since he moved to Florida. Once you spend a few decades here, you break out the coat when it’s in the 50’s. Until then, you wonder why everyone is bundled up!
Waite for it... 