Under normal circumstances, doing something outside at night in December really ISN’T that outrageous a proposition in my neck of the woods.  It’s hardly the Southern Hemisphere or anything, but it’s rarely so cold that you literally couldn’t be comfortable.

Also, I kind of love that some of the most scenic pictures I took around town didn’t end up getting used in one of these comics at all, but THIS one did because it has a fallen trash can.  Comedy is weird.