It struck me very strange today, as I drove in to school. I didn't look at the weather. I didn't check out the thermometer.
When I first arrived in Alaska, as winter encroached, I would check with the weather almost every day. I was eager to know if it was going to get to be negative such-and-such, since negative such-and-such was bound to be a new personal record. I'd find a way to sneak "Oh, it's -23 out today" into just about every conversation. I used to swing past a couple different temperature signs, wondering which would register the lowest.
But today... today, I drove past the temperature sign and didn't even look at it. No, that didn't surprise me... what surprised me is that --when I stopped and pondered my emotions on the subject-- I didn't care. It was cold, yeah, but not eyeball-twisting cold.
(Here's a movie I did last winter, to the tune of one of those weather reports I like so much..)
ps. the photo is from last Jan -- you can tell by the gas price :)
