Around 7:00 pm on the evening of January 15th, 2022, I was driving back home from the grocery store with my wife Kate.

We went around a bend and it sounded like something in the car’s undercarriage was scraping the pavement — gah, did the car wash we had earlier do some damage?

Then again, it sounded both close and far away at the same time. It could have been the car, but it could have also been cannons firing off in the distance. But why the heck would cannons be firing on a sleepy mid summer’s eve?

If only I had know at that moment that the sound could somehow be linked to the weather that the Hudson Valley experiences the following winter, my mind would have been blown 🤯