View from Room 422

It is too cold for a southern boy.  Asheville is shivering.  It will be 26 degrees when I wake tomorrow.  Not walking around weather for sure.  And this is a damp cold, not the dry cold of the west.  This is bone aching, lung killing weather.  I wish I had packed better.  If I'd been here a week ago. . . .

Sunset was gorgeous, though, golden and red, a few clouds adding color to the sky.  The big fireplace in the lobby was burning, people checking in in droves.  They are elegant people, rid of random behavior, elegant and stylish.

I go to dinner in mere moments, my first trip downtown.  I hope I can rid myself of random behavior.