Exiting a warm hotel in Cleveland during the winter renders a predictable result.
I didn’t bother checking the forecast. The miraculous sunshine notwithstanding, it was frigid. Even the locals were grumbling.
Dressing for the weather makes perfect sense. That’s what I did on this day. However, I was wearing clothes for my Arizona destination rather than the Ohio point of origin.
In the lobby, the shuttle driver asked me if I had a coat. I told him I did and explained that it was on call in my rollaboard. He politely refrained from commenting.
To me, the brief bits of cold from the hotel to the shuttle to the terminal would make me appreciate what was in store at my journey’s end.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.