Aren't I hard?

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Am writing from The Moscow Times newsroom. It's a converted factory of some sort, open-plan, with very high ceilings criss-crossed by steel girders and big fluorescents hanging down. Journalists are on the phone researching stories, the editors are wandering around hurrying the journalists up, and I'm sat reading e-mails.

A couple of experiences and observations on the extreme cold:
- Mucus freezes inside your nose. You can feel it crackle slightly.
- When the wind blows it feels like your cheeks are burning.
- It's foolish to take your gloves off to take a photo (reminder to self).
- Internet thermometers stop working.
- It's misty in the mornings, with the sun shining through it. It's quite beautiful, to come out of your building on the way to work, be bitterly cold, crossing a normally busy but now deserted 6-lane steet dusted in white, to see golden flecks glinting in every building's windows.