The city was cold. Very cold. It hadn't been this chilly in twenty years. Geoengineering had been a a mainstream practice for only two of said years. Either they were doing something right, or something very, very wrong.
I was startled to see an old man selling coats on the street corner. Not typical light jackets we had these days, when we were lucky to get sixty degree weather; no, he was hocking the heavy ones, the kind I used to wear a child, braving the wind and snow on my way to school.