The weather can change you. It can change your perspective. I’m sitting in sunshine in the middle of February. A brilliant day if it were in Scotland. I type of day the locals would remember for a long time. But as I embrace this beautiful day, I hear the old people complain of the cold and putting on jackets; looking forward to the soup of the day.
Here I am in shorts and a golf shirt. It is all a matter of what you are used to. I even went swimming in rather chilly water. But because I have taken a dip in Lake Michigan in the middle of summer, I know what cold water really is. Nothing is too cold if it won’t induce hypothermia.
So, I enjoy the frozen chill. It is good to be in the sun, the water and despite the work load there really isn’t much to complain about.
We’ve worked two 14 hour days in a row and this is my first morning to take a breath. The car leaves in 15 minutes.
As I think about it, the sun and the weather and the way of life. I can only imagine how my life would be different if I spent most of my life down here. The North would be as unforgiving and barren as any tundra.
More than that, the lifestyle would be different. The smell of grass all the time probably goes unnoticed. The strong sun becomes weaker over time.
A day of golf can occur any time while in the north we wait for the snow to melt, the ground to dry and our hands to unfreeze.
Not much else to say today, except the car is about to leave, I’m driving and the sun is shinning.
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