After this statement, I put my insulated gloves on, pulled my woollen hat down over my ears and tugged the zipper on my fake-fur coat as high as it would go. Then I walked in the hazy almost-sunshine (much welcome after weeks of no sun at all) down to the snowy paths by the seafront. The sea was frozen and snowed over but birds were singing. It was so cold I could see ice crystals floating in the air. And I had to admit: It was beautiful.
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