So big that it was always cold; every breath turned to fog, drifting off in little clouds.
It was so cold that breath turned into fog.
It was always warm and turning every breath into a cool breeze.
There's no reason to slow down in the busier streets since there are plenty of bike paths.
A man stands on a seat.
There are few options by bus.
The men are standing near the rug.
The Presidency is not a popularity contest.
She has a wider berth than the specific and credible language.