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Thursday, November 17, 2005

The Appearance of Winter

A voicemail left from a friend who'd spent the last week in Singapore, a tiny city-state on the equator, to an exported musician who left at the age of five: "Hey, I'm back in Chicago, just got off the flight and am waiting for my cab--and it's 25 degrees outside. Why on earth did you leave?"

In the musician's house, all eight roommates frozen, one on his laptop in the dining room huddled into his sweatshirt, two watching TV and sitting on couches near drafty windows, four asleep and buried in blankets. The musician sat at her computer in a long-sleeved shirt, two layers of fleece, and a blanket--and was still cold, her fingers icy as they typed the blog.

And winter descended on Ann Arbor with an exuberance unmatched by inhabitants already cursing the climate, bemoaning the fact that they were living in a state where in two days the temperature could change from mild, autumnal breezes to frigidity, to winds with almost the force necessary to push cars from the highway. Their displeasure grew from the certain knowledge that with the exception of a few brief respites, it would only get colder. A lone import from Santa Barbara claimed excitement at her first sight of snow; the husband and catalyst for her transplantation to Brighton was out hunting so she went dancing instead, welcomed by natives who were baffled at her choice of bipolar weather over sunny beaches. "You left California for Michigan? It must have been true love indeed."

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