While I realize that the title of this post is “Back in New York!”, I’m actually going to start with a story from my high school days, that takes place in Northern Arizona.
I was a member of my school’s marching band, and every year we’d go perform at the Bands of America competition, held in Flagstaff, Arizona at Northern Arizona University. For those unfamiliar with Arizona’s geography and climate, it’s important to note that Flagstaff is in the mountains, and is in a forested region. It is not the deserty saguaro-filled arid and hot region you usually associate with “Arizona”. This competition usually took place in November. The second year we went, the weather was pretty miserable. The entire weekend, it poured rain. We had to practice underneath tents, with instruments spaced out so that there were gaps where the water was flooding from between the tent tops. It was pretty cold, for a kid from Phoenix – we were soaking wet, and it was probably in the 40s or 50s for the high. Our uniforms were wool, and we weren’t supposed to get them wet, so for the most part, we were standing around in t-shirts, shivering. I distinctly remember thinking about how cold and miserable I was (and hungry, because they forgot to feed us…)
Anyway. For a while now, that weekend has stood out to me as “miserable, cold, awful weather”. Then I moved to New York. You may have heard about the storm that came in earlier this week. Now, I want to note, I was in Arizona for the “polar vortex”, and I lucked out in that my flight here arrived on Sunday, when it was a balmy 40-some degrees. That was lovely. I remember thinking on Monday (in the 40s and 30s) “Gee, this really isn’t so bad. I could deal with this weather.”
Hah. Hahahaha. Yeah. So, then winter happened.
I feel like the comparison pictures I’ve provided can explain it better than any words I have. (Sorry for the night time picture… Sunset is ridiculously early here.) And for the record – It’s supposed to snow more this weekend. Hooray…