My spouse tells me, now having been in Oklahoma for the last two weeks with one more week to go before he gets to escape, that he now fully understands why it's called the 'dead' of winter.
I sent him some photos of Joey, his favourite horse, last night, and you could hear the tears in his voice when he told me that he misses seeing green grass because Oklahoma is brown grass, brown trees, and grey skies EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.