the contented calm of blustery days

It's raining--the outskirts of a hurricane, actually--and I rode/walked my bike to work today. Unfortunately, I wore pants that are quite thick and take a long time to dry, and so now I have paper towels lining my legs in order to provide at least less than one-tenth of a centimeter of respite from cold, clinging cloth. There's something delightfully cozy and hilarious about wrapping up in layers, hats, and gloves and then putting on a raincoat. It doesn't make any sense aesthetically as to why the raincoat is the last layer--it's shiny and thin and flimsy. My hat is wool and thick and sturdy. Yet the hood of the raincoat covers the hat. I love the illogic of it.