Yes, it’s still November, but I refuse to call it fall when the snow is unending and it feels like -35 outside. I’ve seen winter before, of course. Winter in Newfoundland is cold and wet, miserable and long. This is a different sort of cold, one that is bitter and dry, and comes about quickly. It’s beautiful and terrible at once. The snow doesn’t give way under your feet, it crunches and compresses until it is slippery like ice. The wire to my headphones stiffens immediately and breathing the cold air freezes my lungs.
This is a post about weather, and I know that’s the epitome of boring topics for some of us, but it’s one of those things that affects you deeply and psychologically. I go to work in the dark, come home in dark, and all day sit at a computer on a floor with a hundred other people. It’s just slightly depressing. The walk to work leaves my legs numb and my fingers burning (yes, I cover up, but I always underestimate that demonic cold). The funny part? This is just the beginning.
But, I shouldn’t moan about it, because it has its perks. If you ignore the mess on the roads, the rest of the world is soft and white. Sometimes, in the morning, the bare branches on the trees that line my street look as if they’ve been coated in sheer glass or crystal. The hares have turned a clean white and bound away in the snow, or ignore you completely, depending on the day. The coffee shops are decked in fairy lights and have expanded their repertoires in the most festive of ways.
The winter is harsh, and the worst is to come, but without winter there would be no coziness. Without the dark days, my candlelit apartment would be less thematic. OK, the winter is coming and I’ll deal with it. Somehow. With lots of hot chocolate and bath bombs from LUSH.
(photo by Jeff Wallace)
How do you feel about winter? Have any winter tips to get me through my first winter this far north?