Yesterday I began the day in shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Outside, looking over the spoils of hub’s latest fishing trip, the temperature dropped 10 degrees in under five minutes. A cold wind blew in that felt like someone turned on a window unit full blast. That wind hasn’t stopped yet.
Tonight we are under a winter storm watch. Thunder, lightning, and cold rain fill the sky with the promise of freezing.
If you are not from the south you don’t understand how life stands still for a little frozen precipitation. The sad truth is, we don’t prepare. We have no reason to. We know heat. We know hurricanes. We cancel school at the first sign of a snowflake.
Temperatures dipping into the 20’s or even 30’s guarantee mothers across the Bayou City will be tuned in to the 10 pm or 5 am news glued to the screen waiting to hear of school closings. I will be right there with them. The thought of making up a day later seems far far away while the possibility of curling up with my boys, a fire, and a book… That seems like heaven.