…the fact that I’m now living in the Arctic.
It’s been that kind of winter. It’s snowing now—snowing along most of the eastern part of the country, I think. We here in the north actually have gotten less snow than some more southerly places, but we’ve still gotten plenty.
Plus, it’s been cold, bitter cold. I now think of 15 degrees during the day, and zero or below zero at night, as the new normal. It’s not so bad, really, if you bundle up. Long underwear if I’m going to be out for some time, but even if I dispense with that there’s the obligatory down coat, earmuffs, down mittens, several scarves, boots, and a face mask if the wind has decided to blow.
The funny thing is that it’s not bad. Granted, I don’t have a lot of auto commuting to do; I do hate driving in the snow. But we haven’t (knock wood) had too many ice storms this winter, and ice storms are the thing I fear the most, in part because of the driving and in part because of the power outages. There’s something about a real winter, an authentic, old-fashioned, snow-cover-and-freezing-all-the-time winter, that’s invigorating and even beautiful in New England.
Not that I won’t welcome spring.