Writer. Adventurer. Currently working on The Dreamless City, a series of steampunk novels and short stories.
Living in the South, we don’t get a lot of snow. In fact, life as we know it ends when there’s a chance of freezing rain. Nevermind if it actually snows. You’d think the world was ending, and Southerners lose their freakin’ minds. (I grew up in the South, but my family is from part of the US farther north than 70% of the Canadian population, so I have an idea what real snow is.)
So what happens when it snows in the South?
Schools close for days, employees are sent home from the office, and grocery stores are mobbed as people rush to buy bread and milk.
Bread and milk?
Yep, bread and milk. Nevermind that you are lactose intolerant and can’t remember the last time you made a sandwich. If it snows in the South, verily you must hie thee to yonder supermarket and make your bread and milk purchases post-haste. It’s like some kind of unwritten commandment that everyone follows. I can’t explain it. The best comparison is the migration of birds, or maybe lemmings rushing blindly off the cliff to their imminent doom.
Weather in the South is weird, and wintertime is no exception. We saw snowflakes this morning in Atlanta. Tomorrow the high will be 60F/15C. You really can’t appreciate the wardrobe concept of layers until you live in the South. It can been freezing at breakfast, but sunny and warm enough for drinks on the patio in the afternoon. We can have weeks of sunny skies, followed by days that seem best described as a monsoon. Our rain comes up from the Gulf of Mexico, so there’s some fun science stuff going on there.
So, for anyone out there who needs warming up, I thought this song was appropriate. Jules at 13 Notes just turned me onto this band. Their new album March Fires just dropped this week. I’m kinda digging it.
But, all that I’ve said about the South being weird, I’m still pretty happy living here. What they say about the hospitality is true. People here really are friendly and much more courteous than other places I’ve traveled.
I thought this song “Being Here” was appropriate too. Also, I can’t explain why because the musicality isn’t quite the same, but hearing Birds of Tokyo reminded me of The Stills. Logic Will Break Your Heart is one of my fav albums. (I’m a sucker for a rock ballad, but I’ll never tell.)
But hey, I’m always looking for new opportunities too, and they don’t have to be in The South. Maybe I could live in Shanghai again one day.
Also, I did some writing today. More about that tomorrow.