Cleveland Weather

For the past four years, college has kept me away from the wild weather common in the Cleveland area. I never noticed its strange behavior back when Cleveland was my world. As a child, it never crossed my mind that lake-effect snow wasn't a thing. Sure, I knew down south it was warmer and they didn't get as much snow because half of my family lives in North Carolina and they would squeal at the thought of a light dusting of snow rather than the avalanche we get (this is an exaggeration. Most of my family grew up in Cleveland and then moved south. It's just more fun to write it that way and really, they have to deal with ice storms that suck).

The snow comes fast and it comes hard. The first few snowflakes appear and gently dust the ground right before the wind picks up and a flurry immediately dumps inches upon inches of sparkling white flakes that stick to your clothes and have a nasty habit of sneaking up under your pant legs and drenching your freezing ankles. No matter how many times you stomp your feet, you will always track snow through the house. Even after pulling off your cold boots, the bottoms of your pants stay damp with the melted snow; a constant reminder it's winter. For Cleveland, there's usually at least enough snow to hide the grass and not so much you can't tread your way through it. Except sometimes on Easter, when there can be four feet of snow for no apparent reason, but that's another story.

Winter can be odd and confusing with hopeful rays of sunshine pushing through and giving us Clevelanders scarce days of 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Suddenly, the world is warm and coats are thrown aside as we rush to feel the heat on our skin. For a second, we forget it's January and instead have a slight memory of what warm weather can be. Spring does not seem too far off then.

And yet, it never lasts. That nice spring weather was last Monday. It made all of the snow melt and I remember standing outside with my dog with a strong desire to bathe in the sun. Of course it wouldn't last and sure enough by Wednesday, all of the snow had returned. The temperature dropped below freezing again and Cleveland got on with winter. Right, this is how Cleveland weather works. After four years, I had almost forgotten.

This is also the first winter when I have owned my own car. His name is Archibald and he's a blue 2012 Ford Focus. I got him over the summer because I needed a car for my new jobs. He's spunky and just right for me. We've grown to love each other and have had our share of adventures like speeding down to Marietta for a wedding or driving randomly down Mayfield Road (also known as Route 322) that winds between civilization and nothingness. He likes to take my phone calls with his Sync technology and gets very confused when I get a text message. Archie's a good listener though, and pays very close attention when I use the voice command, usually getting it right on the first try.

If you hadn't guessed, this is Archie's first winter and I'd say he's taking it very well. I don't know how he feels always being covered in snow, but I'm sure sick of brushing him off. He's not the biggest of cars, so it never takes long, but when you have to do it multiple times a day it gets boring. To be fair, Archie has a tendency of swearing whenever he slips on the newly-fallen snow by turning on his little Slip indicator light blinking aggressively. The driveway can also be a pain because he's a light little car with front-wheel drive. As much as he tries to rev up that inclined drive, he seems to have a tendency of falling just a bit short and falling backwards. I cheer him on as he back up and try to rush up the drive again, this time maybe getting a little farther than before.

The mix of drivers is interesting. You can always tell the courageous veterans from the newbies and the elderly. Fortunately, most drivers are much more forgiving when the roads are bad, and there's an odd sense of camaraderie when someone hesitantly makes a turn. All Clevelanders know the feel of slipping wheels as your car fights to stay in control. For a second, your heart beats faster and you immediately think of a horrible ending for you and your car. Just then, the car gets traction once more, you take a breath, and keep going like nothing happened.

Archie's great at driving a straight line in the snow, but he's not a fan of turns. To be fair, I'm known to be impatient and probably should let him slow down a bit more so he could take his time. At least I will now slow down on streets to avoid slipping, which wasn't so true six years ago, so one step at a time, I guess.

No matter how much I may slide, no matter how many times I must brush off my car, and no matter how many times I have to shovel or use a snowblower, I'm not entirely against the snow. I love the light snowfall as the flakes gently waft through a soft breeze. How newly fallen snow looks like a blank canvas, smoothing over the imperfections of the land and leaving a soft blanket of clean beauty. When the sun sets and the streetlights turn on, the weak light makes the snow sparkle and glimmer, reminding me of fairy dust (I'd say glitter, but I'm really not a fan of glitter). No matter how cold it might be, if there's snow, it makes it worth it. I might not be able to feel my fingers and my pants might be soaked, but in that peaceful silence as the snow simply dances down from the sky and gently kisses the earth, I can't help but sigh and enjoy the season.

That, and I can always really appreciate spring when it gets here.