Before I moved to New Mexico, I envisioned it as this eternal desert with sand and cactuses (cacti?) and no rain. That's sort of true in the southern part of the state and in the summer. But it's not truly reflective of the winters out here. As of Friday, it's like we're living in a deep freezer. And worse, the wind is blowing. The wind in New Mexico is a phenomena unlike the wind in other parts of the country. It blows your car around on the road and howls and screams around the corners of walls. But although I'm wearing my pea coat 24 hours a day and shivering, I do have to say that the snow still kind of fascinates me. I saw snow maybe twice in my whole life when I was growing up, and so getting to see it all the time out here kind of makes me a little more reconciled to the other oddities of life in the Land of Enchantment.