By: Gabriela Yareliz
Oooh baby; it’s cold outside. Like, so cold it should be illegal (exaggeration due to initial shock). I have no idea how the temperature dropped so many degrees in a day. So much, that the building turned on the heater. Miracle. Last year, management waited until November. Bundle up! The man by the subway needs to change his sale tactic, because no one wants cold water anymore. Everyone wants something warm in their tummy, and they want to capture that cinnamon smell in the Whole Foods entrance. I ironed my sweaters that had been folded and slightly wrinkly (if they are wrinkly, I won’t wear them; and now I need them). Good-bye autumn, and hello icy wind from Narnia.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 