7 degrees outside. Finally getting that Mideast Michigan winter I’ve been warned about so many times.
It’s cold, frightfully cold. My sister and She would say it’s miserably cold, and fill the air with protestations about how silly it is that anyone would willingly choose to live in such a climate, a choice they would never, ever make themselves. But the cold is good, too. It’s good to walk in to a warm room or building after braving the winter outside. It’s good to wrap up in a coat, scarf, and gloves and feel the cold just outside your reach. It’s good to leave the library in the middle of the day, after a morning piercing the air with snow and wind, and see bright blue skies and a golden sun up (though still cold).
The new building on the law campus has a lounge with a fireplace in it, and comfy, thick chairs and couches strewn around the room. In the mornings, when I arrive on campus, it’s good to finally leave the chill and sit by the fire and just think about nothing for a while: no law, no assignments, no stress. Without the cold, that moment wouldn’t be as sweet a relief. The cold is cruel. But it is also clarifying.
We’ll just have to see if I still feel that way after several months of it.