“Weather is on us like a beast. “ It has given me permission to stay inside.  The beauty of the day is out there somewhere; the snow is blindingly white, punctuated with bare black trees that cast long blue-grey shadows. Knowing it is so cold makes the day more spectacular to look at. 

The weather has exercised its’ power over us and we bend to the elements.  The flags on our neighbors frozen shore are trying to hang on for dear life from the northerly wind.  The sun is fooling us with glistening snow and the promise of a brilliant day. 

Eyes tearing, breadth wet and steamy behind my scarf, hat so low I can barely see, a brief walk that is shorter than the time it took me to get dressed. Back inside and safe, hot tea, a book. Was it the fear and cold that made the warmth and book that much better? I think so.