Last month, The Weather Channel posted a video of a freight train speeding across a snow-drenched Canadian tundra. I clicked on the link because I thought my nine-year-old son might like it. Turns out, I was just as mesmerized as we watched a three-stories-high snow cloud barrel through the wilderness like a white sandstorm. Moments later, a sleek red and white locomotive emerged long enough to decimate a six-foot snowdrift, sending white sprays high. The beast-machine careened by, leveling the camera man with a giant snow breaker as it carried on its way.
This winter has been rough. I know, last winter was rough, too, with the Polar Vortex and all, but somehow this one seems both longer and harsher. We were buried in record-breaking snow. Sub-zero temperatures seem to be the new normal. My car doors froze shut. My front door froze shut. We are quickly burning through the firewood we so carefully stacked, assuming it would get us through at least 2016.
We Michiganders are tough. We shovel and salt and don our thickest, bulkiest outerwear and we press on. We chuckle when Atlanta shuts down for two days at the mere threat of snow. We dust off our flip-flops in anticipation of that first 45-degree day. Still, all but the cold-hardiest of us is beat down come March.
I’ll admit it. I’m there. The same white fluff that dazzled me pre-Christmas now looks almost sinister. The days hang gray and the sun, when it bothers to shine, blinds me. The snow itself is a crusty shell that scrapes up the kids (though that never seems to faze them), and the salt residue clings to every surface. In fact, I just looked out the window. It snowed. Again. Drat.
So, how do we hope to survive more of this as we face another March, the longest month of the year? We do what we always do, because we Michiganders are like that sleek red freight train. We’ll pull on our red hats and decimate snowdrifts with our mighty shovels and we’ll keep pressing on whatever March dares to bring.
Sure, Michigan winters are a proverbial force to be reckoned with – but so are we.
Bring it on, March.
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