The color of sunlight is different at different times of the year. I think the amount of blue (or lack of red) is greatest in the depths of winter. The exact equation doesn’t matter. All that matters is it’s different and when you’re sensitized to that fact (and I am) you notice it.
A full paragraph to say this: It looks like spring.
OK, I’m saying that from inside the house, because outside there’s no way it’s going to seem like spring. We’re in the thirties again! We were in the teens overnight–relatively mild for this year.
Using Meriden, CT as my guide, the last time we saw 60° was December 15–two months ago!
This has been a brutally cold and unforgiving winter. Maybe they’re always like that but my memory’s not as good as it should be?
We had some workmen in the house today, so I looked ahead, trying to see if there was any outdoor working weather for them in the short term future. No.
OK, I’m not a pilgrim. Did they kvetch about winter or were they just too busy dying from it? Same thing with my parents, parents, parents in 19th Century Eastern Europe. How did they get by?
I’ve lived my whole life with central heating. Even my car lives in the house (the garage) so it’s never terribly cold when I get in. I know I’m soft and spoiled. And still, I’m a broken man.
Winter has gotten the best of me. I want it over now.
If it were only that easy.