The first thing you realize when you step outside in the middle of a January night in Wisconsin is that you’re stupid. It was cold. Not cold in the sense that something in your freezer is cold but cold in the sense that there is no God. Negative-twenty-degree cold. It was snowing just a bit, drifting down in little flakes of death.
The Seven Torments of Amy and Craig by Don Zolidis ’97, Disney Hyperion, 2018