It seems absurd on the surface. After increasing by several degrees today, the temperature will still be less than nothing. The absurdity comes not from the weather conditions, but from our flawed measuring system. That's not a dig at the Fahrenheit system; Celsius is more precisely defined, but suffers the same issue. If anything, we should all be using Kelvins.
But never mind the number. This is the point where the wind pierces every layer. It seems to creep in through my pores and chill my bones. Even thinking about it makes me shiver.
The extreme cold and strong winds change how snow behaves. Flakes don't stick. The trees are stark, lacking the whimsical sparkle of regular snow accumulation. Their swaying limbs strain with an icy stiffness. A layer of white powder hangs in the air around them, sporadically swirling across the landscape.
Matching this visual landscape is the hum of white noise. It's a strong, steady reminder of the latent power in the air around us. Low, bordering on ominous, it sets an apocalyptic tone. A warning to any who trek through this wasteland.
All this to say... I'm staying inside today.
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