Graham: Hey.
Detective Carr: You okay?
Graham: I'm freezing.
Detective Carr: Shit. I heard it might snow.
Graham: Get outta here.
Detective Carr: That's what I heard.
Graham: You got a smoke?
Detective Carr: Nah, quit.
Graham: Yeah, me, too. What have you got?
Detective Carr: Dead kid.
I was reminded of this scene from one of my favorite movies, Crash, last night. The low for the night was below 50 for the first time in months. After some of the hottest months recorded in the continental US, it was quite the moment when I first felt the feeling of being cold. It was definitely not a feeling I have felt very much the past year with the warm winter. It was amazing to sleep through the night with the windows opened on a chilly night. There is nothing like wrapping yourself in chilly blankets.
So I leave you with this:
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.