Look at that. I mean really. Look. Conifers sticking up out of the snow and I can't tell if the blue sky is advancing or retreating. January in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
I spent a large chunk of my life in the Pacific Northwest and swore never to return simply because the number of months spent under gray skies was unbearable for me. Why is this experience so different?
On a purely biological level I think it has to do with reflected light. Even on the grayest day it feels brighter because the ground is covered in white. On a more human level I think it has to do with the people. Yes, I still love my family and friends in Oregon and Washington but this place is a better fit. There is a casual stoicism, a make-due quality that still impresses me even after two winters.
Invite someone to dinner and they are as likely to bring slippers with them as wine. They need to have something to wear around your house after getting out of the layers of coats and boots needed to survive getting to your house. I love that. The leveling effect of extreme weather is refreshing to me after decades spent in metropolitan areas.
Whether you are a writer, a handy-man, a bartender, or a physicist you are appreciated and your light reflects here in ways that constantly surprise me.