I stood at the door and looked outside. The sun was shining brightly on the landscape, the sky was mostly clear with just a few shreds of clouds hanging about to lessen the sun's harm, and the leaves fluttered ever-so-slightly with a nice, light breeze. What a warm, glorious day! I could almost smell the freshness of the falling leaves from inside the building! I could almost feel the sun beating down on my face while I stood in the shadow of the overhang!

Finally I opened the door to step out into the beautiful atmosphere.

And I nearly froze to death.

Looks can, indeed, be decieving.