Fifty Degrees
Why 50 Degrees Feels Like Spring in Chicago and an Emergency in Florida
Photo from National Weather Service
I’m spending a couple of weeks in Southwest Florida this winter. It has been delightful for many reasons. Sunlight in January. Palm trees instead of bare branches. The radical luxury of leaving the house without negotiating with a parka.
But I’ve learned something important.
In Florida, people consider 50 degrees freezing.
The first time someone said it, I instinctively checked the forecast for something catastrophic. Surely this was a historic cold front. A once-in-a-decade event. Possibly ice.
It was 50.
Back home in Chicago, 50 degrees in February is a public celebration. People abandon heavy coats. Patios reopen with reckless optimism. Runners appear in shorts as if they personally liberated themselves from winter captivity.
You do not complain about 50 in Chicago. You announce it. You text about it. “It’s basically spring,” we say, standing in air that would send Floridians reaching for fleece.
And then there is 45 degrees.
In Florida, 45 degrees means iguanas fall out of trees. That is not an exaggeration. Cold-stunned reptiles lose their grip and drop onto lawns like confused tropical fruit. There are actual public reminders about it: Falling iguanas. Because it is “cold.”
In Chicago, 45 degrees means someone is grilling.
The difference is not the thermometer. It is the baseline.
In Chicago, 50 degrees means you survived January. It carries triumph. Relief. The faint smell of thawing pavement and hope.
In Florida, 50 degrees feels like a glitch in paradise. A disruption. Something mildly unsettling that requires a sweater and a conversation.
I will admit that after a couple of weeks of sun, even I have reached for a sweatshirt at 58. Your body adapts faster than your pride.
Still, if it dips into the mid-40s, do not worry.
The Chicagoan in me will be outside, quietly celebrating, because 45 degrees is not cold.
It is grilling weather.


So true! We’ve been in the 40s in Minnesota and I’ve been wearing sandals!
So true… Thanks for the giggles, Siobhan!