It is what happens John, on an island in Downeast Maine, when you spend three days shoveling out from under drifts and then plowing your way up a long steep driveway to the "main road". If you treated yourself to a "mugga cheer" along the way, and set it down on a "protected" porch whilst continuing to make your way, you return to find that the gales (in this case a two day blizzard refueling over the maritimes) have powered at great force down the reach and inside to "keep the chill on".
We live directly on the reach so the snows are not dropped to the ground by firs before making their way to us. It is magnificently beautiful to behold and hear, as long as one is not at sea. This morning we started pulling some of the snows from the rooves, and were treated to bald eagle pairs soaring overhead. I used to hurt from the downsides when the storms came in CT, but not here. The constantly changing beauty day and night is just so intense. The stars, and last night Venus, are simply wondrous.
JNB asked about Iceland. Many of the year rounders here came from Finland and Norway, unless they are generations born and raised here. Iceland and Japan have much in common, the bones of this island having been formed the same way, and benefitting by the luminance of sea.
David's "condensation" popped up just as we discovered our cold beers, so couldn't resist the note~
