OK, it’s not really the North Pole. Though I’m dressed for it.
In fact, it’s not even freezing, nor even cold by Seattle’s standards. In our first winter living here, the winter of 2009, the mercury dropped to the single digits. Early mornings, driving to yoga, I thought How can anyone LIVE in weather like this?
So this New Year’s is…not that.
It just feels that way. I don’t know if it’s the humidity, the wind, both, or something else entirely but even with temperatures in the upper 30s and lower 40s, it’s bone-chillin’ cold!
My friend Linda, who is from Canada no less, says the winter weather here has two speeds: warm, gray, and rainy or clear and cold.
It’s clear and cold.
But as you can see, I’m bundled up like an Eskimo in my puffer coat, fake-fur hat, scarf, and fur-lined gloves. Enjoying it. Except for my fingers, which are like icicles no matter what.
At least the clear air is good for photographs. Bigfoot got some nice ones, which I’ve posted below.
Enjoy, and here’s to the New Year–Skoal!!