About once a winter we get a decent amount of winter weather—and by decent I mean an inch, half an inch, a quarter of an inch, a dusting, sometimes snow, but often times, ice. Just ice. Straight liquid precipitation turned frozen reaper of power lines and tree limbs. Usually that winter weather comes in early to mid February, but every once in a while, we get it earlier: mid to late December or early January; that is what’s happening.
This weekend we are set to get hit by Winter Storm Helena, a storm that has blanketed and will continue to blanket various parts of the nation in winter, but will more than likely drop on us little more than a baby powder dusting.
It’s something though!
We aren’t ones to receive winter weather in the south. And when we do, we shut down out of just pure excitement: our stores, our schools, our businesses, our minds and rational thought processes—and what’s left behind, though barely iced over, looks more akin to a fun-wrought, nuclear winter wasteland than I imagine a city with 10 times the snow.
It’s a sight to behold, that’s for sure. Time will tell though how this weekend will turn out. Will the south endure? Or will I fail to live to see my 25th birthday, lost beneath a layer of snow, half an inch thick? We’ll see.