In the vast scope of weather, location is key.

Last week, my youngest daughter, Melissa, moved for-some-reason from here in Humboldt County, California, to Kansas City, Missouri, and the shift in the environment is way-notable. She took the above photo yesterday via her phone-camera-thingy and e-mailed it to let me in on winter’s wonder — the spot is along 39th Street West, in what she described as a “kind of hipster” neighborhood.
Snow is still snow no matter.

Temperature there this Thursday afternoon is just above freezing — 32.5 degrees, and expected to get colder tomorrow. She picked the wrong time to move, seemingly. Last year on this date, Kansas City was 64 degrees and sunny.
Melissa likes it, though: “It’s cool.”

Well, actually, cold more like it.

And to spice the air, Simon and Garfunkel with cold-season warmth — “A Hazy Shade Of Winter”

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.
While I looked around for my possibilities,
I was so hard to please.
But look around, the leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned,
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around you, the leaves are brown now,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That’s an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away,
It’s simply pretend, that you can build them again.
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
It’s the springtime of my life.
Oh, seasons change with scenery,
Weaving time in a tapestry,
Won’t you stop and remember me?
At any convenient time.
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme,
Drinking my vodka and rhyme.
I look around, the leaves are brown,
There’s a patch of snow on the ground,
Look around…

For a pretend cold…