I’m a Florida girl. I never saw snow until I was 21 and moved north with my husband to attend Ohio State University. I did not know what cold truly was. I almost died.
It wasn’t too bad until after the holidays. We had a white Christmas and it was magical. But then we had January … and February… and March. Ugly grey slush, ugly grey skies, ugly grey trees. The contrast to my Florida winters was stark and depressing … no sunshine, no green, no blue. Just a black and white world. I was homesick, cold and miserable.
Then I had an opportunity to fly home to Miami Beach. Oh, joy! In the ancient days of my youth planes did not conveniently coast to a stop at a terminal building. Stairs were rolled out to the plane doors and passengers disembarked onto the tarmac.
When I stepped through the plane door I stepped into a technicolor world. The only thing missing was the Munchkins.