Notes from a frigid wilderness
Okay, so Ohio isn't exactly the "wilderness" any more but I am reading Team of Rivals about Lincoln's presidency and Ohio was still considered to be pretty far West.
Considering the temperature and the way the wind was blowing snow across the country roads today it FELT like wilderness ... or maybe some post-apocalyptic realm that was frozen instead of arid wasteland.
I was intrigued by the small eddies of snow as they moved first one way then the other in front of my car. Tiny whirlwinds of light almost ethereal snow so cold it couldn't even stick to itself.
We have not had so many days of negative temps in a very long time. The last few winters have been mild enough for flowers to bloom on my porch all through the season. Not even the pansies are considering hanging in there any longer. No, the porch is not heated.
I prefer hot to cold. In the cold my lungs protest their very existence. And with them in full revolt it is quite difficult to breathe as you might imagine. Yet I would not want to live in a hot climate since the warmer it is the bigger the bugs. I am not a fan of bugs. Fascinated by them from a distance do not want them in my house.
When the sun shines on a snowy day there is a beauty unmatched by the green of the warmer months. It is cold, it can be cruel but the world glimmers as if dusted with pixie dust made from diamonds. The air is sharp but some how cleaner (even if it truly isn't, it feels that way). Today was such a day.
Considering the temperature and the way the wind was blowing snow across the country roads today it FELT like wilderness ... or maybe some post-apocalyptic realm that was frozen instead of arid wasteland.
I was intrigued by the small eddies of snow as they moved first one way then the other in front of my car. Tiny whirlwinds of light almost ethereal snow so cold it couldn't even stick to itself.
We have not had so many days of negative temps in a very long time. The last few winters have been mild enough for flowers to bloom on my porch all through the season. Not even the pansies are considering hanging in there any longer. No, the porch is not heated.
I prefer hot to cold. In the cold my lungs protest their very existence. And with them in full revolt it is quite difficult to breathe as you might imagine. Yet I would not want to live in a hot climate since the warmer it is the bigger the bugs. I am not a fan of bugs. Fascinated by them from a distance do not want them in my house.
When the sun shines on a snowy day there is a beauty unmatched by the green of the warmer months. It is cold, it can be cruel but the world glimmers as if dusted with pixie dust made from diamonds. The air is sharp but some how cleaner (even if it truly isn't, it feels that way). Today was such a day.
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