I live in the Deep South. The Bible Belt. We call our local big city Hotlanta. And yet, for the second time this winter, we have snow. It snowed on Christmas Day. And it snowed this past Monday. A lot. About 6 inches? We have been trapped in our house for days on end. No school, no work, no way out. The kids have been in and out a bit, but mostly in. All five of us, bumping into one another all day long, every single day. We are bored. We are antsy. We are suffering from Cabin Fever.
A long time ago, in an area far far from here, maybe during the Dust Bowl, women used to be left alone in the house with the children while the menfolk went out to work or went out for weeks at the time “hunting”. The wind would blow and blow and blow. The dirt and dust would swirl and tumble. The women and children would be unable to leave the house because of the intensity of the dust storms. And the neighbors were all too far away to visit anyway. And the wind would whistle through the cracks in the walls and around the edges of the windows and doors. The dust and dirt would sneak inside and layer over the floor and the surface tops. And the women and children could not escape it. They would breathe it in and they would spit it out. And still, the wind would blow and blow and blow. And the mother would eventually snap and slaughter the family in a massive bloodbath that everyone swore no one saw coming.
I can so sympathize.