This pre-dawn morning, I was the first to step through fresh falling snow. It was a God moment.
I returned home last week from my three winter weeks in Wisconsin. While there, we had light snow and a cold snap that surpassed normal, even for that latitude. There were mornings when the actual temperatures were in the first-decade-and-more below zero Fahrenheit. The wind chill temps reached negative 22, at times. For a few days, the highs were still below zero. It is COLD there.
People who live there full time know how to deal with cold like that. They wear long underwear, coveralls, fleece-lined boots and gloves, Fargo hats. They start their cars to warm them up ten to fifteen minutes before departure. They cover their faces when they go out, and they only go out if it is necessary. Farmers have no choice. People who work day or night jobs have no choice. Thankfully, I did have a choice.
Back home in North Carolina, the low temperatures have been record breaking, as well. There were two days when I was gone, that NC temps were lower than the ones in WI. This past weekend, in the south, we had seventeen degrees until after 10 AM. And this morning, we people of the piedmont woke up to falling snow.
The snow wasn’t a surprise. It was predicted, and last night before 8 PM, before one flake had fallen, schools announced closures. Still, it doesn’t really snow here that much or that often, and after nearly thirty years of living in Arizona, it’s a novelty of which I do not tire.
Taking first steps in the quiet snow of the dark early morning to the glow of flashlight is a feeling, as much as anything else. So, it doesn’t matter if it is COLD or Cold, we each have our ways of capturing it, enduring it, or savoring it.
There is Cold, and then there is COLD. Though the numbers can be similar, they are very different from each other. Hmmmm…wonder how that can be?
An ice luminaria, which lasted at least five days in Wisconsin.