It's Canada. It's cold. We're the only people who understand "windchill". Try going go Florida, or California or Alabama and saying, "ok, so it's 18 today, but what's that with the windchill?" You'll get the look and probably giggle inside until you crack a smile.
Lately, the weather here has been a bitter, blinding, nasty wind. It has been anything but good. How on earth can it be -12C out, but -37C with the windchill. No wonder people are in a bad mood. It's tough to go out. It's tough to do anything.
But then, today, the blustery "in your face" wind was warm. Oh my gosh, it was actually refreshing. I didn't have to grit my teeth and push forward into it to make progress. I could walk, hold my head up and go forward without a struggle. I sure hope it's a metaphor for life. I could use the break. What if... what if... there was less resistance. What if.... each day wasn't such a struggle? What if it wasn't uphill both ways and -40C?
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