At least for running weather. This morning’s two miles were in 10° air, a temperature that actually feels like weather and not an Augustinian definition of ‘evil’. That’s sufficiently… well, not ‘warm’ exactly, but temperate, that the light rain didn’t transmit a chill to the bones. And if my bones didn’t chill, you know it wasn’t cold, because I have poor circulation to my extremities and am apt to feel cold at the slightest excuse. My pace was okay — as projected — and my legs felt satisfactory, not leaden, and when I shifted to spring for the last blocks they felt strong and limber.