More than anything, it’s a sign, an omen: you just know it spells trouble. Trouble in weather-land, that is.
Even the woodpecker chipping away on the trunk outside got the memo: It’s friggin’ freezing, so the only way to get warmed up is by pecking away at an almighty speed. Maybe I should take up wood-pecking.
This is what -29 (with a wind chill that brings it closer to -40) looks like. Shimmering feathered crystals. Nature, even in winter, can be soooo pretty. As long as I am indoors, with no pressing need to step outside.
Is it any wonder that a top news story this week, out of the US, recounted how an escaped convict turned himself in to get in from the cold. Or that pipes froze; passengers were stranded; firewood, generators and, I imagine, packages of hot chocolate were sold out.
And when the Big Freeze gave way to the stupendously Big Thaw, streams of water ran through the streets, down driveways, into homes. Even the squirrels peeked out of their nests wondering if April had come early this year.
Then, in the great (more recently begun) tradition of northern winters going all wonky, we sunk back into tundra-living, the Big Chill returned overnight. Hence, the formula: Freeze + Thaw + Refreeze = Trouble.
We are living in yo-yo times, that’s for sure. I’d be content to have missed these times. That too is for sure. Bali won’t likely be seeing scenes like these anytime soon. Any wonder why I traded in this godforsaken island of ice for one in the tropics?!