I live in what is usually an extremely temperate climate. I can see the ocean from my front door, and the town I live in backs onto the Olympic Mountains. It rains quite a bit here, but it usually doesn’t get cold, and it almost never snows.
This year, though. This year.
The Fraser River outflow has been particularly vicious this year, and the whole region has been suffering from a cold snap for the last week or so. The weather has been wildly unpredictable, and I’ve discovered there are some disadvantages to the very quiet location where I live…namely, that it is entirely possible to get snowed in fairly easily.
The snow comes down, the deer come by, everything gets very cold and very quiet. I caught a wretched cold over Christmas, and then more or less slept through New Year’s. Two weeks after I started getting sick, I’m finally on the mend. (It wasn’t the flu but just a bad cold, fortunately.) And today, it’s above freezing for the first time in a few days, and I left the house for a while (also for the first time in a few days), and I am thinking that maybe, just maybe, I will survive this winter.