In January 1977, it snowed all over the state. Being a native Floridian, that was the first time I had ever seen snow. It fell in little, tiny flakes, like dandruff falling from the sky. At the time, I worked for an advertising circular, a freebie, that was actually printed across the state in Bradenton (west coast; I'm from Ft. Pierce on the east coast). That very day, we were going to visit our printing facilities in Bradenton. I have never been so cold in my life; I had on several layers of clothing, including the heaviest coat I owned. The wind sliced through all of it like a knife through hot butter. As we crossed the state (about a 3-1/2 hr. drive), I felt sorry for the cattle gathered together in a megaherd, a patina of snow on their backs. Poor things probably didn't know what on earth had hit them! I'm not a cold-weather person at all and didn't enjoy the feeling of being chilled to the bone, but your article put me in the snow, knee-deep, cold air burning my cheeks, fingers freezing... and for a brief moment, I enjoyed the experience. (Now, if I just could have built a snow man!) Since then, several years later, I had the experience of visiting Gatlinburg, TN in November. Saw the beautiful fall leaves, and snow across valleys that looked like something off a Christmas card. I actually got to make a snowball the size of a tennis ball. Whew! It's currently 64 degrees tonight but I think I'd better go make a cup of hot tea! Thanks again for the experience.
You made me smile from the inside. I too feel for the cattle and horses huddled together braving the cold. The cold is wonderful but after a while, you have to go in and defrost. Thank you for coming along for the brief moment. :)
You are very welcome and I thank you for your wonderful words!