I certainly am not comparing our weather to that of the weather in other places, but it is cold to us, and if there was moisture from the sky, it would snow at sea level, an exciting big deal for us.
I give you William Stafford.from Nebraska a few years ago.
Clear and still.
Ten below zero at dawn, and the sky
like the skin of a pearl,
nobody warming the pearl in his hand
but leaving it spin on the black glass table
with all of us inside,
right down to me here at my window,
warming my hands on a cup,
right down to a goldfinch, green and gray,
no bigger than a breath,
picking a single thistle seed from the feeder,
right down to a thistle seed.