Sixty One

Sixty One isn't cold, is it? Sixty One degrees Fahrenheit? That's not cold. That can't be cold.
Then why did it feel so cold this morning?
I checked the temperature before I left my house for my morning walk, right about six o'clock this morning. The Weather Channel told me it was 61. Ah, I thought dismissively, I don't need a jacket or a sweatshirt. Shorts and a tee will be fine. After all, it's 61.
Twenty minutes and about two miles later, despite working up a bit of a sweat, I wished I had a jacket or a sweatshirt. I stopped to pull my crew length socks up to help warm my otherwise bare legs. I pulled my Tigers cap closer onto my head.
Why would I do that? Sixty One isn't cold.
At least, it didn't used to be.