We FINALLY crept above freezing yesterday, for the first time in weeks, weeks during which some days did not even get as warm as zero. To celebrate, Mac and I headed out to the lake for a sunset stroll.
Though the picture may not seem to project the tropical image you’d hope for on a typical sunset walk on the beach, you could’ve fooled us. After wind chills of -40, and after having to enforce the “no biking when it’s below zero” rule multiple days in a row, 34 felt downright balmy. Break out the swim suits and the pina coladas, hey? You don’t even need a deck chair, you can just prop yourself up in the snow…
Here are some more pictures from our evening:
Of course, it’s all a big tease. Today we woke up to 33 degrees (at 5:30 am, no less – I didn’t even wear my heated pants in to work!) but it’s been dropping all day. Tomorrow’s forecasted high is back down in the single digits, which remain fair game for the next two months, no grumbling allowed because you knew that would happen when you moved to Chicago… Better get those heated pants charged up again… deep in the throes of winter, that’s where we are.
It’s not hard to complain. In fact, it’s hard not to complain. The cold makes you feel miserable and trapped in your home and, well, cold. But if we’re being totally honest with ourselves, especially on an evening like this one, I think we’d have to admit that deep, deep down inside, we kind of love winter anyway.