cold weather and the leaky eye syndrom

Whenever the weather is cold and the winds kicks up, whipping frigid gusts of artic humidity into my face, without fail my eyes begin to leak. And by leak I do not mean a few dainty drops of moisture that cling alluringly to my eyelashes. No. When I say leak, I mean great big gobs of water seeping through squinted lids, dripping past lashes, running down the edge of my nose, tickling my cheeks as they rush towards my chin, where they finally plunge to the ground, splattering little children who carelessly skip by. Strangers in the street stop and stare. While other brave souls will venture close to offer some comfort, only to be told, ‘It’s the cold wind, kind sir/madame. It’s the cold wind.’