First you get to frickin’ freezing and mountains of snow. Then you get the slush and ice mix so even temperatures that manage to get above freezing feel raw and colder than any wind chill #s they dream up.

As the sun works at melting the snow mountains still blocking views at corners, the downward plunge of mercury halts… hovers… and treats us to an early January thaw. Coats are flung open. Bare-headed tresses flash in joyous abandon. Hope renews that we WILL survive this winter season and our heating bills may not, after all, sink our financial ships.

Then again, it isn’t half through January, yet. February, the cruelest month, will arrive. With it will come more cold, more ice, and more winteryish weather.

I can wait.