For those of you living under a rock, perhaps you’ve heard that New England is absurd right now. Some snow drifts are taller than me, and you can sled down outdoor stairways (the dining hall looses many trays in winter weather this sustained). Any chance of celebrating Mardi Gras is out of the question right now.
There are icicles hanging from awnings right now. That’s right, icicles. For some reason, I thought this was a phenomena contained to the very far north, but apparently they’re actually a normal thing in New England. Still, I’m impressed by them.
I’m equally impressed by the locals who insist upon ordering iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. And the fact that people bring their animals out in this weather. That’s not to mention the wild ones. We’ve had subzero windchill, and yet somehow there are still bedraggled pigeons in the train station. Some naive part of me expected (wanted?) to find fully frozen animals underneath the snow. Apparently the only ones that haven’t migrated have burrowed into the ground.
I think people should migrate, and I’m not talking about the sad march to Florida that you make when you reach retirement. I mean every goddamn winter. I want out.