I love the extremes in weather we get here in Chicago. In the summer, when it’s sweltering and a wall of liquid heat hits you as you walk outside, it’s hard to believe it could ever get so cold that you can feel your face freeze (the only thing exposed to the elements after you bundle up to the max) in a mere two-point-five seconds after stepping outside.
Even more surreal is when the extremes happen in the span of just a few days. We started this week in the 60s. I walked to work without a jacket and saw people wearing shorts and driving around with the top down. Today, we’re sitting under almost a foot of snow and the current wind chill is 18. Sunday’s high is predicted to be 15-degrees, with a low of 1. That’s the temp folks, not the wind chill.
And I love it. We’ve got us a a winter wonderland out there. The snow is sticking to the trees and it’s gorgeous. This is how the prelude leading up to the holidays is supposed to be. That warm, freaky spring we had last week was nice, but in it’s own time. This California girl wants her share of snow this season. So, bring it on!