Ah, February 2026, this has been a particularly magical time of year when Long Beach Islanders huddled together like penguins on an ice floe out in Little Egg Harbor. It’s not affection. No, our thermostats are set to “Arctic Blue,” and nobody wants to pay the heating bill. I’m Taylor Mason, writing from Beach Haven, where 21 degrees Fahrenheit mid-month felt like a summer day. And then came this weekend’s blizzard – the icing on a snow-crusted “I Survived February 2026” cake.

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