It was nine degrees below zero this
morning as I waited with my son at the bus stop. And I’ll admit it - it was a little rough. But
when asked about the winters here in Maine, I like to gush about how under
appreciated they are. A typical day in January up here is cold, yes. But it is
also usually blindingly sunny with a sky so blue it looks like it was ripped
out of a children’s book. And the ground
is covered in white snow that, no matter how old and dirty, still looks
pristine in the sunlight. The wind will steal your breath and sometimes the air
does freeze the goodies in your nose, but with the right long johns and a
travel mug of decaf, being outside is manageable. And coming inside after being
outside, to a stoked wood stove and wool slippers, is nothing short of
perfection. Maine in winter, in January, is usually more than fine. It is
spectacular.
