Bitchin' 'bout the weather
Thirty degrees below, this morning. -44, with the wind chill. Yes, that's Celsius. Not that it makes much difference in that range.
I know this probably makes me one sick puppy, but I actually kinda like weather like this. There's a surreal otherworldly quality about mornings like this in Ottawa--anything significantly warmer than ambient gives off plumes of steam and smoke that shoot straight up into the cold, clear air--billowing white columns from the tips of chimneys, steam from the sewers. The air feels like a knife in the lungs... But in a good 'you're very awake now' way.
Still. Ya gotta wonder about the sense of living in a climate in which it occasionally makes about as much sense to measure the temperature on the Kelvin scale.
Yep. Only another 240 degrees to absolute zero. And it's still only December.
I know this probably makes me one sick puppy, but I actually kinda like weather like this. There's a surreal otherworldly quality about mornings like this in Ottawa--anything significantly warmer than ambient gives off plumes of steam and smoke that shoot straight up into the cold, clear air--billowing white columns from the tips of chimneys, steam from the sewers. The air feels like a knife in the lungs... But in a good 'you're very awake now' way.
Still. Ya gotta wonder about the sense of living in a climate in which it occasionally makes about as much sense to measure the temperature on the Kelvin scale.
Yep. Only another 240 degrees to absolute zero. And it's still only December.
posted by AJM at 9:46 a.m. (Permanent Link)
