Last week I met a family who recently moved from El Salvador. When I met them, the temperature was minus thirty.
I tried to put myself in their shoes: in a new country and culture, not knowing the language, away from all things familiar, in frigid temperatures previously unimaginable.
I wonder if they question why we live here. I’m sure many people do. Yet even in extreme cold, we still function: schools stay open, busses run. In fact, in the midst of the cold spell last week I saw a man out jogging.
And as much as I welcome a warm holiday now and then, I am always happy to return. I appreciate the four seasons and the changes they bring throughout the year. Today, my walk with the pooch was especially enjoyable with the considerably warmer temperatures. Perspective is everything.