Potato Soup

Warmth itself

It got cold in North Carolina. Like, really, really, cold.

Our last couple of years there, my dad would spend some time in Colorado and some time in North Carolina as he was starting a new job in Colorado. He would come home to North Carolina during the winter and talk about how cold it was.

Isn’t it colder in Colorado? we’d ask. Well, yeah, he’d reply. But it doesn’t get into your bones like it does here.

The humidity killed in Carolina. In the summer, my mom would say that walking outside felt like being licked by a yak — your entire face would be wet in seconds. In the winter time, it felt like the moisture seeped through your clothes and skin and settled in droplets of ice on your bones themselves.