The Polar Vortex, a constant taste of blood in my mouth.

March 1st. I left The Netherlands in a spring state; blossom in my pear tree. We had the mildest winter ever. Not 1 inch of snow in 6 months. Detroit, here I am. I wrestle myself a way through the snow, ice paths and the biting cold. Most of the time I spend inside the house, reading, editing and writing. When I go out for groceries I walk because there's no way I can ride my bike. Once back in the warm house my nose starts bleeding instantly. I believe my body never was in such barbaric temperatures before.