It’s cold. The coldest cold I’ve ever experienced so far. I can’t feel my nose so it’s either numb because of this weather or it’s fallen off because of this weather. I used to think winter in Cape Town was unbearable; powerful winds that bend trees in awkward yoga poses and huff and puff until you’re left with no roof, occasional hail storms that may give you a concussion if you’re not careful outside and the relentless weeping of ominous clouds. But winter in Jordan takes the cake.
A few nights ago I thought I had an insect bite on my foot. It itched as though mosquitos had a festival feasting on my blood and to top it off it was swollen. After a few more days I realized it couldn’t be an insect bite so I Googled some of the symptoms. I emailed my mom about it and she told me that it’s called winter toes. Of course that’s the colloquial term but these symptoms result because of the cold weather. I’ve never had that before so I added that to the list of things I dislike about winter. It’s expected to snow this week and that’s something I’m looking forward to, just a teensy tiny bit, because I’ve never seen snow other than in movies.
When I moved to Jordan not too long I romanticized winter. I thought of making snow angels and a snowman with Oreo cookies for eyes. I envisioned myself rosy cheeked, laughing and jumping in the snow and getting into snowball fights. But as I’m typing this my fingers are purple and blue, I’m hunched near a heater and don’t know how many layers of clothing I have on. The other night my husband, Hussam, wanted me to see what the weather was like outside. Instead of looking out of the window, we went and stood on the porch for a few seconds before I ran back into the house, shivering.
I’ve mentioned in a post before that I read a lot during winter. I’m currently reading A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.
I bought it a few weeks ago but only started reading it recently because at the time that I bought it I was busy with another book. I’ve wanted to read a paranormal book for a while now, I used to read them often when I was younger and recently I was in the mood to be transported to a place where other creatures exist. Maybe I like reading in winter because I don’t dwell on the weather too much; I’m too absorbed in the book. Or maybe I like reading in winter because I find the sound of the wind scary, it sounds like someone screaming to me, and reading blocks out the sound. Or maybe I just like reading. Period.
In the next few days I’ll post photos of what it looks like outside. I know right now it’s summer in Cape Town, beautiful weather, beautiful beaches and beautiful scenery, and as much as I love summers in Cape Town I wouldn’t want to forgo this winter experience just because it’s something I haven’t experienced before.
Hope you’re all enjoying whatever weather you’re experiencing wherever in the world you are.