Today has been the definition for "blustery". November has finally come. People down here wish for snow, and I want to tell them to go North (as far north as one can go in America, save Alaska) where my dad's from. It's flatter than a pancake as far as the eye can see, and in winter it's pretty much just blinding white, shiny on the ground from the snow, a dullish grey in the sky if it's overcast, else a blazing blue sky unbroken by trees or hills.
And then the temperature: it hurts to step outside. Just hurts. You can almost feel ice crystals forming inside any exposed skin. It can drop to 50 below. I wouldn't have been surprised if penguins had showed up while we were visiting for Christmas. I would have liked that as a little girl.