Dallas lacks this thing called "seasons". Well, not entirely. We really have a good grasp on summer. And there is a little bit of spring (that's when it's only in the 60s or 70s). The seasons we really lack are fall and winter. "Fall" is basically the sudden 40 degree drop that we experience at night, usually indicating that the next day will be warmer than the one before (go figure). "Winter" is if that 40 degree drop brings a colder day the next day. Sometimes white pellets fall from the sky. These crazy southerners call this stuff "snow," freak out, and close down the city. No joke. It happened during the crazy "Winter Blast '07" where it was a chilling 30 degrees during about 2 days with ice (yes ice) on some of the roads. All schools closed, most businesses closed, and regular television programming was pushed to the side so that the weathermen could broadcast all day. It's a good thing they warned us...I mean, we almost froze. And those roads, way too dangerous to consider driving. It was much better for us to crawl into our little holes, crank the heat up, and pray that it wasn't the beginning of the apocalypse.
But that was last year. This year cold is a completely foreign concept. "Cold" happens overnight and burns away with the sun. Or, "cold" could also refer to that illness that everybody has because the temperature fluctuates so drastically overnight. Currently it is February 9th and 70 degrees outside. That's right. 70. I have been walking around outside in shorts and a t-shirt in February - and sweating. This, I would argue, is more likely a sign of the end times than the "Winter Blast" of last year. But, then, I like seasons.
Maybe this is God's way of preparing me for Africa...
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