A quick observation:
I’m sitting here in my living room watching the Philadelphia-Detroit football game, not because I care for either team, but because of the heavy snow that has turned the game into something that should be narrated by John Facenda.
That’s not necessarily odd in itself. However, I keep thinking “Oh, I’d better be careful going to the store/practice/whatever, because it’s gonna be slippery.” Then I look out my living room window, which is next to the TV, and see everything in the usual South Carolina green.
I haven’t lived in a snowy area in ten years, but old patterns of thought die hard.