there I was, at a town instead of my intended destination. I had my camera with me, and the day was absolutely beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was perfect. So, I decided to make the best of it.
Mid fifties in the beautiful sun is very comfortable and feels quite warm, so it struck me as odd that the exact same temperature in the dark felt so very cold. How much of this is because we get warmth from the sun, and how much is purely psychosomatic? Then I realized that this is an allegory.