Snow-pocalypse

This is the winter of arctic conditions.  I don't remember a year when the weather was so cold for so long. 

I left the heartland with its wind chills of 29 below zero and made a mad dash for the south.  For the first time in my life I wanted to be a snow bird.  Maybe it comes with age, I suspect it is a case of cabin fever.

Driving out of the snow belt into the spring like conditions of Northern Kentucky, I was charmed by the sun, the sight of grass uncovered by snow, the warm weather when I stepped out of the car.  I took off my winter parka and placed it in the back seat of my car.

I had entered the magical oasis of the south!

Driving deeper and deeper into those fabled states of warm weather and balmy winters I congratulated myself.  And then . . .

As if I were the snow queen, towing winter on a long chain behind my car, I brought the ice and snow to the south.  The words are different.  They call it a hard freeze.  The snow isn't as deep, barely an inch, but the final situation is the same . . .

Or worse because they are not prepared for ice and snow.  Roads are sheets of ice.  The weather is icy cold.  People are sliding off roads.  Cars are abandoned on giant Interstate parking lots and everything is closed.

This is the winter of the snow-pocalypse.