I’m a weather whiner.

The older I get, the louder I whine.

Something has to be done.

Yes, about my whining. And about the weather.

The air hurts my eyeballs.

The air hurts my lungs.

Yesterday my thermometer read -17°F not including wind chill.

Then it occurred to me – perhaps snow birding is on the horizon.

Do you think snow birding is as wonderful as it implies?