Arriving in the scorching hot summer was no big deal. I grew up in Texas, then spent seventeen years in South Florida. But that's just it--in seventeen years in Florida I wore a light jacket maybe a dozen times a year. So, I was in for it.
Around November the temperature started to drop, and by December I was walking to work in full blown, bone chilling blizzards. My ten minute stroll to work became a six minute flee for my life. I'm talking COLD.
And then the snow started falling and never melted. It was a solid sheet of ice on my expedition to work. And the classrooms weren't exactly cozy; sometimes you could see your breath in the building.
But oftentimes the snow was a light powder that was absolutely beautiful and I have to admit I enjoyed the change. But man-o-man, I thought it would never warm up, and it didn't until May.
Here's the pics...
