Our friend Robert told me a couple of years ago that he didn’t think he could stand spending another winter in the Boston area. He was simply not constituted for the relentless cold.
He moved to a metroplex of warmer clime, but I thought of his comments several times this winter, and especially this week, when, unlike our usual Oklahoma winters that feature short, sharp cold spells that warm up quickly, it has been bone-achingly cold for weeks. There is a pall of thin, dry snow on the ground, and the wind has taken my breath away every time I step outside.
I like the cold. I like snow. But somehow, this winter has been more than cold.