I am firmly convinced that chilly is colder than cold. Cold hisses across your skin; chilly gets into your bones. Cold means a parka in the snow, and thin watery sunlight; chilly means trying to type with mittens in your office, and sniffles, and a deadline.
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
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Seriously, I'm still traumatized by waiting to catch the Ashland Avenue bus every morning in the dead of winter, and I was wearing at least two layers all over my body, including two pairs of gloves, multiple scarves, god knows how many sweaters under my heavy coat, leggings under my heaviest pants, multiple pairs of socks, etc. And I would stand there waiting and want to die because of the cold. At the very least I felt like crying and wouldn't dare for fear my tears would freeze in my eyeballs.
Ugh.
And now I complain about being chilly in Nashville. I'm such a wimp.
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