Winter wonderland
Different regions have different reactions to snow. In the northern part of the country people may sigh and get out the snow shovel and winter tires or something, and in the south people freak right the hell out.
There’s a certain ritual to snow here in humid subtropical Georgia. It’s a rare event, so it’s exciting in itself, and it tends to, appropriately, shut everything down. Especially in Atlanta, due to a high number of non-native residents (“carpetbaggers” in the local parlance), there are basically two types of people on the road when it snows: the people who are aware that they can’t drive in the snow and ice and are giving it a shot anyhow, and the people who, because they have a bag of kitty litter in their trunks or can operate the rear defogger or whatever, think that they can drive in the snow and ice but are actually worse at it than the first group. We don’t have plows or salt trucks or anything like that here. It only snows every couple of years or so, so it’s more economical to just close everything when snow happens rather than maintain a fleet of snow handling stuff. To compound the problem, the weather tends to allow the temperature to climb above freezing at some point even when everything is blanketed in a layer of fluffy white precipitation, the result being that these rare storms tend to cover everything in a sheet of ice. The prospect of needing to drive in snowy weather is terrifying.
It snowed. There was a brief storm on Wednesday that didn’t last long before turning to wintery mix, which I think is weather code for cold and wet, and it snowed again today. It hasn’t turned to ice yet, so it was kind of fun. I built a tiny snowman. I hope the roads don’t freeze tonight.