Florida is out here pretending to be Montana, and nobody gave a fair warning. This 24-degree morning is cute on a postcard, but the Florida body and the Florida wardrobe are absolutely not built for this. Florida, We Need To Talk in January is supposed to hover somewhere in the “light hoodie, flip-flops, and maybe a campfire” zone, not “why can I see my breath on the dock” territory. Average winter highs in Green Cove Springs are in the upper 60s, which means this Arctic situation is a full-on betrayal. The forecast was all “chilly mornings” and “a freeze warning,” but nobody translated that into: “You, Floridian, are about to question every life choice that led you to a state without real coats.” Not Built For This Weather the Florida body has three settings: hot, muggy, and “someone turn the AC down.” There is no built-in protocol for 24 degrees, only panic, layering, and Googling “can you get frostbite walking to the car in under three minutes.” Socks now go under Crocs, under slippers, under the blanket, under protest.The thermostat is set to “Don’t ask questions, just pay the bill later.”Every non-Floridian friend is texting “That’s not cold,” from somewhere with actual snow, and they are wrong on principle.Marina Life Meets Arctic Blast out on the water, 24 degrees feels like the wind personally has a grudge. Metal docks, frozen fingers, and breath fogging in front of your face are not what the brochure promised for “sunny Florida mornings.” Coffee ceases to be a drink and becomes a survival strategy, clutched with both hands like a tiny portable heater. The walk from sailboat or car to the dock now qualifies as an extreme sport, complete with icy air, deep regret, and at least one “why do I live like this” muttered into the wind. Floridians Do Winter, Poorly somewhere, a meteorologist cheerfully says temperatures are “20 degrees below normal,” as if that’s just a fun fact and not the reason iguanas are falling out of trees and Floridians are buying space heaters like hurricane supplies. Social media is already out here clowning us for freaking out at anything under 70, and honestly, it is what it is. So yes, it is 24 degrees in Florida, and no, this body is not built for this. Tomorrow it may bounce back toward “perfect sunshine,” but today is about layers, complaining, and telling anyone who will listen: if wanted real winter, would have moved somewhere that owns a snowplow. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend






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