Yesterday, I discovered something interesting. I've become a New Englander. I've lived her for nearly 30 years as a midwesterner, but now, suddenly, I'm a New Englander. How do I know? Because everyone here is talking about the weather and in exactly the same way as me. It's a New England Thing - Winter is lasting too long. Where is Spring? How different 35 degrees feels when it's sunny/or gloomy. Isn't the sky heavy and grey? The birds have started to sing in the morning, but it's still too cold to open the windows. etc.
No matter where I go, no matter how well I know the people I'm with - old friends or perfect strangers - it's the weather we talk about. I have so integrated the vocabulary and the style of the weather complaints, that I thought it was just me. But it's not.
Yesterday, as I was walking across a parking lot huddling into my coat against the cold wind, a stranger - likewise huddled into his jacket - called out to me, 'There's a chill on the hill and a fog in the bog.'
We both laughed and moved on. See what I mean?