Chilly: (adj) uncomfortably cool or cold.
Sometimes I pity those in South Florida who are unfamiliar with this precious expanse.
Watching the ice melt on your windshield as you sense you are safe, sound, warmed and relaxed, staring out your window at the glorious winterscape.
You can put your car in reverse, back out of the driveway, and carefully slip-slide your way down the road, feeling that you’re encompassed by a fire of contentment, permitted, from your cuddled position, to look at the arctic surroundings.
It is amazing.
Sometimes the three-and-a-half minutes feels like three-and-a-half hours because it’s so cold–but when the heat finally arrives, it is so comforting, so tender and so forgiving of the icy world around you that you could just sit in there for the rest of your life.
As we enter the winter season, this scene comes to my mind, as I am a native of Central Ohio.
Heated air in a car on a winter’s night is a confirmation that if we’re patient and start up the engine, a little warmth will come our way.