This is the first winter I can remember when 2 coats wasn’t enough.
This winter I’ve worn my long underwear for the past 40 days.
This winter has been so cold that 4 above feels like a heat wave.
This is the first winter where I’ve come to understand the principle of hibernation.
As someone who loves winter, I can’t stand the thought of another 6 weeks of it.
Instead of putting on my normal winter weight of 2 – 3 pounds, I’ve gained ten.
The idea of a snow day no longer holds delight. I dread the weather report now.
In the past I’ve run throughout the winter, unless I was x-country skiing. This winter I’ve had to push myself to exercise. It’s hard to move when wearing 6 layers.
There are some days when I never step outside—and I like it.
This winter my skin has been so dry I’ve gone through a whole bottle of Jergens; my last bottle lasted 2 years.
This winter nearly all the Great Lakes are ice covered. I could walk from Chicago to Canada, if I wanted to.
This winter I’ve learned to recognize the razor BRZZZ sound of a snowblower outside my window.
This winter whenever I get off the train, I practically run home. If not any exposed skin would freeze.
This is the first winter I can remember when I haven’t left the house with wet hair.
This winter the static electricity in the air makes me a natural conductor. I spark everyone I touch.
This winter has already lasted way too long.