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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004 10:32 pm
I am firmly convinced that chilly is colder than cold. Cold hisses across your skin; chilly gets into your bones. Cold means a parka in the snow, and thin watery sunlight; chilly means trying to type with mittens in your office, and sniffles, and a deadline.

California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.

*eg Boston

(From a comment elsewhere.)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2004 06:13 pm (UTC)
This reminds me of one of the stories that stands out most in the Laura Ingalls Wilder book "The Long Winter." She and her sister are in their bed in the attic loft thingy, cuddling under piles of quilts to stay warm, then in the morning she awakens all warm and cozy, thinking spring had come.

But the storm had blown a hole in the roof, and snow had come in and covered the bed. It was unmelted because the room was so cold and the quilts insulated it from the heat of the girls' bodies, but it kept the girls warm.