For those of you that don't know, I've been out of town for the past two weeks, first in New York and then Florida for some work and then a conference.  For those of you that haven't figured it out yet, I live in a place where the year round temperature ranges from 70 to 85 degrees, about 20-30 degrees Celsius and looks like paradise.


When we moved here with but a bunch of suitcases at the beginning of Summer, of course we were not thinking we'd need any winter clothes.   I can however tell you about how flawed that train of thought was around 11pm on January 16th as I left the JFK airport in New York to go to my rental car, which was outside in 20 degree weather!

The scientifically fascinated and experimental side of me was amazed at how you could literally forget a sensation - being cold, especially since I grew up in Switzerland.  The 'normal' rest of me was just uttering a few bad words and so cold it hurt all over.

At the end of day 2 in NY I did get a chance to find a store and managed to buy a hat, gloves and a scarf, which made the temperature bearable, although still highly unpleasant.  (Note the ice crystals on the window.)



But then, as I was leaving New York and driving on the Brooklyn bridge, something magical happened.

It started SNOWING!




I was in awe and jumping up and down like a little kid (or as much as you can while driving a car 70 miles per hour) and am still convinced that New York got it's first snow of the season only because I was driving over the Brooklyn bridge.
(Please no logical comments about meteorology and such, I'd prefer to indulge in my ignorance on that one.)